The Fly

OK, so I know this is kind of gross to post, but I just had to do it. Michael and I had put the kids to bed and were enjoying the peace and quiet except for this buzzing noise. This pesky fly got in while we were grilling outside. It was driving us crazy! This sucker was huge and we couldn't catch him. Michael and I were swinging towels around like fools. Finally the fly got into the powder room so I went in and shut the door to keep him in there. Michael stood outside cracking up laughing as I swatted and yelped until I finally got it-- I thought. We couldn't find the stupid thing, but assumed it was dead. Just as we settled back down the fly reappeared. Michael finally cornered him in the kitchen. This picture doesn't do it justice!

I guess I'd take a Georgia horse fly anyday over a New Orleans cockroach! I don't miss seeing those!