"Laugh whenever you can. Keeps you from killing yourself when things are bad. That and vodka."
"That some kind of Russian saying?" I asked.
"Have you seen traditional folk dances?" Sanya asked. "Imagine them being done by someone with a bottle of vodka in them. Laughter abounds, and you survive another day."
He shrugged. "Or break your neck. Either way it's pain relief."
From the Harry Dresden novel Changes by Jim Butcher
Today's thought is fly swats. I have one. Many years ago, everyone had one. Well, every household had one.
this is mine. You may know these by another name.
nice long handle, gives good swish when swung through the air.
The idea is to smack at the fly or flies and hopefully kill the little buggers. It's best to wait until they have landed, makes an easier target.
One of my favourite TV series is Mrs Brown's Boys.
In this "Mrs Brown" is often seen swinging a teatowel trying to swat a fly and a lot of the time anyone in "her"* way gets a smack from that teatowel.
Sometimes on purpose.
Her best friend, Agnes, calls her fly swat a flapper.
* It's a man in a dress. (Brendan O'Carroll) The show is rude and hilarious; set in Dublin.
Back to the story. For a while now, since the beginning of summer, I've had some tiny moth like critters flying about the place, one a day, sometimes two, so tiny they're a shadow flitting past your peripheral vision and you wonder if you actually saw anything at all. Tiny fat round bodies, black, with tiny fat round wings. If I could catch a photo of one, I'd show you.
I've been spraying with Mortein trying to kill them, but I can only take so much of that without needing a gas mask or at least several extra hits on my inhaler, so I decided the fly swat was a better option. At least I'd get some exercise leaping about and swishing it through the air.
So I went looking for it. The swat, not the moth.
Do you think I could find it? No way. It wasn't anywhere.
After several weeks of searching and one more can of Mortein, I thought to myself I'd better buy a new one. And off I went to the shops. Woolworths doesn't carry them.
But I did get more ice cream. (*~*)
Back home again, I made a new shopping list, chicken, mozzarella cheese, mushrooms, fly swat, and told myself I'd walk the extra few minutes to the Foodland supermarket across the main road the very next day. They'd have a fly swat for sure. They've got everything.
Time rolled on, as time does so well, and I had reason to get something out of that cupboard that's under the laundry tub. You all know the one, metal door, hard to open, noisy, and the cat litter tray is right in front of it. Well I got that door open, didn't take too much pulling, retrieved the thing I wanted and there it was! my missing fly swat! what the heck was it doing in there? I don't remember putting it in there.
Angel thought I'd bought him a new toy and played with it for quite a while, but hasn't touched it since.
More importantly, I haven't seen a single moth since I found it.
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