death by clipboard
My family came to visit this weekend to see my show. We timed it so that The Boyfriend’s family could do the same and do the meet and greet and agree that everyone is awesome. No blood was slewn or drawn or spilled or spewed, even though we set aside the living room as the designated Thunder Dome. My sister stayed with us and me being the model hostess, I opened a window for her so that she would not perish.
Today, when I was cleaning up the room I realized there was no screen on the window that I opened. Three jumbo jet-sized flies decided my party pad was more appealing than the outside and were laboring through the air. The fatsos weren’t exactly buzzing as much as they were huffing.
The cat was not helpful. She enjoys a late night moth chase against a window pane or stare down with a bug on the rug. She absently stared at the flies hitting the glass and she did nothing but re-situate on the ledge. The death-kill-launch stance I taught her apparently was a waste of time.
The Boyfriend tried out the latest tool in fly catching technology: A plexi-glass clipboard. Watch death occur right under your nose. And with a grossed-out cackle, he successfully smooshed two out of three. The third we left for the cat. Later: The cat did nothing.
When photographed, I realized that giant aliens were attacking and we should all take cover.
