There is Awesome all around...

Today after sitting through a mediocre chick flick with my spouse, I found myself freaking out over the fact that I had actually been watching a large, brown recluse-looking spider make laps around the corner above our television.  This seems mundane to some, but I was perplexed by the matter that my wife, who has a crippling and seemingly unfounded fear of spiders had not noticed this occurrence for over 25 minutes!!???  

So after the film (a term used loosely) concluded, I pointed out the arachnid to my wife.  After a yelp and an admonishment for not preemptively terminating the spiders life, I squashed said spider.  I tend to leave the remains as a warning to others that might enter into my wife's line of sight.

I personally do not like killing spiders.  By no means am I a fan of them crawling about my head and neck, but I understand that they serve an important role in eliminating other more obnoxious insects from entering my abode i.e. house flies, earwigs, moths, etc.

A beautiful turn of events occurred later this evening.  After dispatching the third spider of the evening I instantly noticed a common house fly circling above my head.  This contemptuous bastard continued to pester and "bug" me for the next 2 hours.  

Unable to find a swatter.  I began flailing my arms around like mad in an attempt to end the new nuisance. After multiple unsuccessful attempts, and when at my wits end, I shot my hand in the direction of the fly and to my amazement...I had him in my fist.  I felt the fly buzz around the confines of my closed right hand for a moment.  Then I threw the captor against the surface of my desk, the impact killing him.

Although I felt triumphant at accomplishing such a karate kid like maneuver, I felt somewhat indignant that I have to fight the battle(s) of the deceased spiders.    Is the enemy of my enemy my friend..?  I will let you be the judge.

Vaya con Dios, fly.  You were a worthy adversary.  I am off to wash my hands...