It’s fly season here in the good old Pacific North West.
The little bastards are driving me crazy!
Gnats, fleas, spiders, flies of every description, are all out to inflict as much damage as they can before the first frost.
The best defense against these little assholes besides chemical warfare is the ubiquitous Baseball cap.
I smack those little fuckers out of mid air.
Land on my table?
There’s a smear, have a nice day.
Hey, a Baseball cap in the hands of an expert is a deadly fucking weapon, just ask my cats.
I drilled on of those little bastards going full throttle from a chair, ten feet away.
Yes, I am that good.
Ya got a whiny kid?
Death from above baby, they see it coming but it is too fuckin’ late.