Vengeance is Mine [10.12.08]

During fall break, my friend and I stayed at the beach house that belongs to her family. When referring to the weather, we couldn't have asked for a nicer vacation. However, it came at the price of having several flies buzzing amidst our presence. I know some believe in complete symbiosis with nature. Buddhists, for example, believe that meditation can help one overcome the suffering of this world, even in the case of an annoying creature. However, I respectfully disagree with this lifestyle and fully believe in the meditative power of the fly-swatter. So there I was, leaping across the living room into the dining room, taking gaping strides every step of the way. I poured every ounce of my power into each SWAT - simply because flies are way more than just flies. They whir around strategically, as if they have a game plan in mind. Their most popular targets are facial orifices, and they won't stop until your day is as ruined as they can make it, which is why they must be obliterated. I walked around the house with a vengeance, and they put up a good fight. "You're mine, ya piece of crap!" Three haggard sighs, two irritated groans, and nine swats later, the house was peaceful.