I’m a girl . . . I admit it. I’m not a particularly girly-girl but I am about some things. Bugs are one of those things . . . they’re yucky. I tolerate them in their natural environment . . . which is to say that if they stay outside where they belong then they don’t bother me. It’s when they invade my domain that they freak me out.
At work, my boss is the designated icky critter killer. He’s affable about it . . . if one of us screams “spider” he comes and squishes it. It’s quite a nice arrangement. Bugs are gone and their smooshed little bodies are removed from the office. It works for me.
Our server room was recently invaded by a horde of flies. We don’t know where they came from as it’s a closed environment, but they managed to get in there somehow . . . perhaps a tear in the fabric of space, who knows? Anyway, these weren’t just any ordinary little annoying houseflies . . . no, these suckers were jumbo sized; capable of making off with a puppy or possibly even a small child.
So, we locked him in the server room armed only with his electrified tennis racket of insect terror. Within seconds we could here popping and see flashes of light through the small window in the door as he zapped those flies one after another. It was like a high tech fly swatting ballet . . . sans music . . . leap zap! flash!, dash zap! flash!, jump zap! flash!. Soon there were fly carcasses all over the floor. But these weren’t any ordinary flies! Oh no! These were zombie flies. After a few minutes some of them began twitching and taking to the air . . . seeking revenge . . . and possibly even braaaaaiiinnnnzzzzzzzzzz. These undead creatures required a mega zappity-zap-zap . . . pop! pop! pop! flash!
He managed to get all the flies, and I’m not talking about one or two flies . . . or even a dozen . . . at the end of the day he ended up killing forty or more of the buzzing beasties. Plus a baby tarantula in the ladies room, which curled in upon itself quite crispified.
In past centuries, a maiden would have written poetry and sung sonnets for such a hero. Yeah . . . uhm . . . not happenin’. But I do appreciate his effort!
Country Chicken Casserole
Quick, easy and delicious . . .
1 (10.75 Ounce) Can Condensed Cream Of Celery Soup
1 (10.75 Ounce) Can Condensed Cream Of Potato Soup
1 Cup Milk
1/4 Teaspoon Dried Thyme Leaves, Crushed
1/8 Teaspoon Ground Black Pepper
2 Cans Mixed Vegetables, Drained
2 Cups Cubed Cooked Chicken Or
4 Cups Prepared Pseasoned Stuffing
2 Tbsp Butter
Mix soups, milk, thyme, pepper, vegetables and chicken in 3-quart shallow baking dish.
Top with stuffing. Cut up butter and scatter on top of stuffing.
Bake at 400 degrees F for 25 minutes or until hot.