Fly invasion part dos
Say goodbye to your little friends
Those of you not suffering from entomologically induced PTSD may recall The Great Fly Invasion of 2011. It was ugly—a filthy buzzing rapture of biblical proportions; an insectoid evil akin to the plague of locusts that had the old Pharaoh himself crawling in his skin.
And just when we thought that those days of the fecal-eating cannibals, darkening our skies with their incessant buzzing and lifeless eyes were over, they have returneth.
That’s when a good fly swatter comes in handy. To any of you filthy pests who try to invade my desk during my lunch hour, let the above picture be a reminder: I am the hunter and you are the hunted, and as the man said, “I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy My brothers. And you will know My name is the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon thee!”
Seriously, flies. Get the hell away from my desk.