"You better find it or it will revive itself" she freaked out. I think the reason I could catch the fly before with my hands was because I was not hunting the fly. The fact that the fly existed did not actually bother me. It was just cool to see if I could do it. However, Grace can not abide a fly at all.
In any case after searching for a while for the stunned fly to no avail, I found the fly was actually still stuck in the swatter, some white guts splashed through but the body for the most part still in tact.
"Look!" I said showing Grace.
"Wow I've never seen that before."
I decided to take it outside to dump the body, where it would either revive itself (unlikely) or become compost or whatever.
As I used one swatter to take the fly out of the other, scraping them together, I realized with disappointment in my lack of foresight that a picture would have been nice, as this would make a good blog post. I mentioned this to Grace and she said that she thought that's what I had gone to do, take a picture, not dump the fly outside.
Oh well.
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