Jun 29, 2009


I confess. I am Ninja. Well, only to catch a fly. Usually by a single swing. No, I don't use a fly swatter. In fact, I don't own one. I use a magazine, usually a Better Homes and Garden one - not so thick like a phone book, but thin enough that I can roll it, and I don't get the black ink like I get from new papers. Today, there was a fly in our living room. I was getting ready to swat that guy. I had a magazine ready, but J wanted to do it. He said confidently, "I can do it!" Yes, he can do a lot of things, but killing a fly? He needs at least another 20 some years of practice, I thought. Oh, I was wrong. He swatted the fly on the living room window. One shot. The fly was dead. Wow! He is Ninja! Good ol' Japanese blood. Fly swatting skill must be engraved in the gene or something. Maybe I can retire from fly swatting.... or maybe I will go to a next level - catching by chopsticks....Nah, I'll let J do that.

1 comment:

carizolli said...

*LOL* You're so funny! That's just too cute. Like mother, like son.