So the season of summer is officially here.
Here's how I know:
1. It's hot.
2. The flies.
We have 2 goats and about 5 or 6 cows, plus their calves. If you are unfamiliar with the joys of owning livestock, let's just say that one of the un-joys is manure.
Who says manure, anyway? Call it like it is, people. Crap. (Ketchupwiththefrys is a family show, so if you are thinking sh__, then you might need to check out some other lame blog that sprinkles a cuss word here and there so you feel like you're edgy.)
Anyway.....back to the crap. Where there is crap, there are flies. Lots of flies.
Our doors open and close approximately a zillion times per day. They remain open longer than they need to approximately 18 minutes per day. This lets in approximately 10 flies per day. Maybe more.
Anyway, I have a fly swatter and I keep it handy when summertime rolls around because I hate flies in the house. You'd think I'd be a super-ninja with a fly swatter by now. No.
I creep up on the fly as it sits rubbing it's gross little front legs together. You know how they do. So gross. Anyway, I take my time and aim, with no sudden movements. I ALWAYS miss.
Then I swing the fly swatter around like I'm a octopus fencing champion thinking I can hit it as it flies away.
Sometimes I get lucky & get a slow fly. You know the kind. The ones that just sit there and let you kill them. Not sure if they are drunk on poop and their motor skills are not up to par, or what.
But it's satisfying nontheless to kill a fly, even if it's a dumb one that your 6 year old could have killed with a flip flop.
Hopefully, my summer will improve and I will have better things to blog about than killing flies.