Fly Swatters



So Friday I'm at work minding my own business and actually working, when B. phones to tell me "I'm at Osh." "I have to buy fifteen fly swatters." Now women, you know when not to inquire, right? I did not inquire.



"We have a lot of flies in the shop, so they asked to do an Osh run."

ME: "Wouldn't it be easier to find the source?"

Spouse: Yes, we thought about that.

ME: "Why did you find it necessary to share this with me?"



So in the evening, we're discussing our day, when spouse tells me that K. was attempting to catch a horse fly and grabbed a swatter. This swatter happened to be hot pink, don't ask - I didn't and I'm not changing my mind!



Anyway, K. got a direct hit and the fly fell on the shredder. K., in his wisdom (typical male) decided it would be a hoot to shred the fly. He slides it into the feeder of the shredder and begins tugging and pulling and yelling for back up because the fly swatter is being, what else, shredded!



I tell you, some folks work harder than others. For some, work is play everyday! LOL If you want to read more about this fly swatting escapade go here.




Trust me, this is hot pink!