That reminds me of an apartment where I lived. In one corner of the apartment there always seemed to be a lot of flies coming in. They kept coming no matter what we did. One day I was sitting around after my knee surgery and the damn things kept landing on the TV screen which pissed me off to no end. I remembered this elastic gun I bought at a craft show, so I got it and a box of rubber bands. The thing held 12 rubber bands at a time, so every time a fly landed on the TV screen I'd shoot at him. I got pretty good at it, considering I was laid up for 3 months. My wife would get pissed at me when she'd get home from work to find fly guts smeared all over the TV screen.
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