This wasn’t a challenge I was particularly jazzed about. I’m not big on killing things and today’s goal of killing something left me a little disinterested. SO much so that I considered using today as an excuse to write about my kefir slugging habits and the resulting death of the funk that grows in my intestines. But ultimately I decided that didn’t even interest ME enough to write about it. SO I decided against it.
And they really do drive me beyond nuts. I don’t know what it is about them… their sense of entitlement? The buzzing noise… I dunno. But they make me nuts. We get awful flies in our house when we leave the back door open for a moment. I am guilty of this on occasion and the shortest member of our household does it on the regular so I thought I’d get the chance to kill a fly today. And then regale you with the tale of my Fly Homicide. No luck. And not because I didn’t end up with a few of those bastards in my house. I just couldn’t catch them.
My luck turned around Sunday afternoon when Emily was catching bugs in her bug catcher. She had what I believe was an aphid in her bug catcher when I smooshed it down to put it back in it’s carrying case. I thought the bug catcher was empty at the time. Much to my secret delight she cried “Moooom, you killed it!” I unzipped her bug catcher and removed an itty bitty little aphid. Unmoving. I apologized both to the bug and to Emily. And considered this challenge completed.
About twenty minutes later the aphid I believed to be deceased righted itself and stroller across the table. SO… I failed. I failed at killing bugs. But I succeeded in managing my intestinal flora, killing the bad oook and replenishing it with a perfect balance of bacteria. And I’m more than unhappy to chat you up on this subject. All you gotta do is ask….