“I guess it’s not the most romantic way to die.”
Nor is it very clean death, as the corpses on my window sill give testamony to. After working a in warehouse for 2 years, I became proficient in slaying flies by rubber band. It is quite impressive actually, gross when they get decapitated. But hey, at least they are dead.
This morning one big ole fly was buzzing me…bad idea. I hear that buzz, and I become a trained assassin. I grabbed my ammo, and after a few shots (blinds make for odd obstuctions), I had him lined up with the band of death. The average fly lives 17 days, did you know that? In this office, it is more like 17 minutes.