Went in t'bathroom this morning, as you do, and found one of three flies that've been bugging the sanity out of me this past few weeks. Only one of us walked out. He's learning to swim in the drain after getting a sudden inexplicable downpour.
Found his friend in the f. room, enjoying the view out the window and a swift swipe with a towel smeared him across the glass...another job to do, but worth the extra.
Bonus kill came in t'kitchen where the surviving pest was buzzing back n' forth and, after a brief flurry of intense dog-fight, he too ended up on the window sill, belly-up.
A hat-trick!
My work here is done.