I recently tried to 'take out' (as Henry Hill might say) a rather large and irritating Bluebottle/Fly with what I though was 'Fly Spray' but actually, I realised later, was Air Freshener. A rather lovely Lilly and fruits flavour actually.
I couldn't help but wonder what 'looks' the fly (Neville as I like to think of him) had received from its compadres for the rest of the week as they huddled about various cow pats, dog turds and rotting road kill.
"Oooo Neville - you smell simply divine. My - where did you get that fragrance, it's to die for, darling.
All the flies giggle.
Nevile puts up with it for a while then, a broken fly, he departs.
He spends the rest of his short life in and out of therapy before 'getting the op' and becoming a faux butterfly.
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