There was a big green fly in my kitchen the other day.
I did apologize before I whapped it with a magazine. I scooped it up with a paper towel and tossed it in the trash.
My first mistake.
Fast forward a couple of hours. I was washing dishes when I felt something on my foot.
You guessed it.
The fly. He was alive and CRAWLED OUT OF THE TRASH BAG onto my foot.
A sane person would have whacked him again. But I'm not quite sane, so I flicked him off and away he flew.
Which means he's STILL IN THE HOUSE.
But...I haven't seen him since and am hoping he found a way out. But if I do see him, I'll probably try to catch him this time and let him go outside... But he better stay out there is all I'm saying.