I was washing dishes the other night, when the first housefly of spring started buzzing around my head. I reached for the first thing I could use as a swatter, which happened to be the "Watchtower" pamphlet, given to my wife by some friendly Jehovah's Witnesses at our door.
After a few noisy swats against the kitchen cupboards, my daughter, who loves animals, came in and yelled "What are you doing? No! No!"
The scene just got uglier as I jumped around the kitchen, using a religious pamphlet to try to flatten an insect into oblivion, while my 10-year-old screamed "Murderer! Murderer!" At this point it occurred to me that this whole thing just didn't feel right. I opened the back door, and with some effort, managed to shoo the thing out to the back yard.
For those offended by the thought of trying to use the Watchtower as the instrument of death for a housefly, please note that it, instead, became the means by which the creature was shooshed out to safety.
My daughter was happy with the outcome, and I didn't mention anything to her about the many hungry birds in our yard looking for a nice, juicy insect dinner.
And if it means anything, here's the headline on the pamphlet!