The last fly of summer was clever...too clever for his own good.
He had eluded my every death trap. No "fly stick" was sweet enough to fool him. No tactical approach with a "swatter" was beyond his cunning. He knew all my moves before I made them. His escape routes were intricate, and his safe haven was not only invisible to the naked eye, but well provisioned with enough moisture to insure his survival through out the long winter ahead. But, my dogged pursuit of this demon fly finally paid off. It was blind luck, really, that betrayed him. During my final approach of the day, I caught sight of the monster slipping between the shower curtain and the curtain liner. YES...I HAD HIS ASS! FINALLY!
With one well aimed, and powerful swat, I managed to crush the bastard between the walls of his sanctuary. His insidious reign of terror was over.
And I slept a deep, uninterrupted sleep, through the buzz free night.
-The End-
