July 18, 2006
Smashing Gnats
A small gnat decided that I smelled nice and began to buzz about my face. I swung and swatted at him like anyone else would, but in spite of my commanding advantage, I kept missing.
And he kept buzzing, circulating between my right and left eyes.
With one last desperation swat, my right hand swung toward my left side, nailing the gnat in mid air. Of course, the momentum of that swing took my hand directly into my shirt, where I finished the elimination of that pesky bug by smashing it into my shirt. I was like I ordered one black spot ingrained into one nice shirt.
I sat back and wondered, "Why in the world did I swing toward my chest?" Take my advice, don't follow my example.