Venus

It was time to feed Venus the fly trap.  It was a bona fide rodeo in that bathroom this afternoon.

It involved me:
~locking a fly in the bathroom
~chasing the fly around the bathroom for about 8 minutes (I don't exaggerate... this fly was not prepared to meet it's maker)
~never actually hitting the fly but at least stunning it with the hurricane-strength wind my flyswatter generated
~picking the fly up with a pair of tweezers so I can actually get it in the mouth of the Venus Fly Trap
~fly escaping because Venus didn't close her jaws fast enough
~realizing Venus would never survive in the wild with such slow reflexes and recognizing an inbred fly trap when I see one
~catching the fly again, but when attempting to pull its wings off so it can't escape, pulled it apart into two pieces
~getting to feed two fly traps for the sweat of one

The wild, wild west is still alive and well.