Petey and I went on a killing spree yesterday.
Holy winged creatures, Batman, they were everywhere!
How were they getting in?
Every time we thought we'd gotten the last of 'em, another would fly through - taunting us.
Just before turning in, Petey did a room check and went into "cop mode" yelling CLEAR after carefully inspecting each space.
I had visions of waking up this morning and finding another batch waiting for us with revenge written all over their little fly faces.
So far just one on the back porch and he looked resigned to the fact that today was his last.
I apologized right before I smashed him to smithereens.