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.