Rage, blood and slaughter


Living in the country is SO delightful, I ranted, as I pursued half a dozen members of the current blowfly plague around the house, waving a shoe and in a killing rage.  Herding the hairy zoomers, one by one, into a window, I slapped and walloped until statistics gave me a direct hit, and then started on the next.  At last a cohort of death lay sprinkled on the windowsill.

I’m not a very nice person, granted, but just think where they’ve been.

And then they walk on your face.

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