Since summer is on full blast in Le Petit Village (not complaining, that winter was a beyotch), besides the sock and sandal wearing tourists, another breed has arrived; the fly kind (no, not Superfly, that would be dope though).
The windows are always open. Every one of them, all the time. It’s wicked hot here and there’s no AC. I’m actually praying for Monsieur Mistral so I can get a little air in here.
I hate flies. Hate them. They all deserve to be destroyed.
There are a few methods to ensure mass destruction of those pesky buggars…
*That awful hanging tape where little fly corpses stick on display. No thank you. These just don’t seem very hygienic to me. Little dead fly bodies decorating your living room. Gross.
*Bug spray. This is good. Although the smell gets me a little woozy because I have a tendency to get trigger happy (I’m like the end of Scarface).
*A dish towel. This is my preferred method. I’m a ninja with that thing. One quick snap and game over (in a stealth like fashion… never even saw me coming… suckers).
*Nunchucks and Chinese Stars. (not yet, I’m still waiting for the ones I ordered on the internet).