Hellboy, I think.
For every fly I kill, two more show up...what the hell!
So I'm now Kristin, warrior fly-killer!
It is a bit of a rush, running around with my swiffer sweeper--in lieu of a flyswatter, because they were sold out everywhere I looked--smacking these things into the wall, floor, and windows. But I do wish they were not here at all!
Even worse, I am bored as hell, seriously. I hate being bored, especially when I'm not alone and therefore shouldn't be. Chris is being a bum asleep!!