"Don't kill that fly, Momma!" Daughter 2 shrieked as I had the fly swatter raised and ready to strike on the %&(@ fly that wouldn't stop buzzing my head or landing on my hands as I typed.
"Oh, honey, this fly is about to meet it's maker," I said through gritted teeth.
"Please, Momma," she begged with a little catch in her voice. "Let me catch it and take it outside to feed the frogs."
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