We've had a fly buzzing around for a few days. It's been such a nuisance. I keep trying to shoo it out, but no luck.
Ten minutes ago I just reached out a hand and caught it.
Picked it out of the air!
Did a proper Obama on it.
Pleased as anything, I told my young granddaughter:
"Granny! YOU KILLED FLUFFY!
HE WAS MY PET!"
Oops!
Anyone else done something they were proud of, only to have it turn to horror?