I am the exterminator

If you are a fly and you live in Northern Cali­for­nia, be warned.

I will kill you.

I stalk you, wait patiently and hit when you aren’t looking.

I am good.

The Fly Swatter

Do not set wing into my house or I’ll be for­ced to use my mad hand/eye skilzs and my trusty fly swat­ter to slice your body in half.

I swing hard and I swing fast.

I have no com­pas­sion for your kind and never any guilt.

I’ll even chuc­kle as toss the pie­ces of your body into my trash can.

I

Am

The Exter­mi­na­tor.

Be war­ned.

3 Comments »

  1. Unusual Perspective said,

    July 7, 2007 @ 5:53 pm

    And you get mad at hubby for killing in the vir­tual world…

  2. Dad said,

    July 7, 2007 @ 7:33 pm

    Don’t get too cocky, Grasshop­per, until you can kill a fly in mid air with your elbow. You’ve seen it done. By your dad. In the truck. On the road. With your friend. Humiliation.

    Dad

    The

    Mas­ter

    Exter­mi­na­tor

  3. Jo Beaufoix said,

    July 8, 2007 @ 6:57 am

    I too am an exter­mi­na­tor of flies.

    Can’t bring myself to put salt on slugs though.

    That would be mean…

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