For some reason there are a ton of flies in my house, so today I decided to go on a rampage killing those bastards. I took off my slipper and ran around the place smacking them left and right. After killing 6 or so I got bored and tried to catch one using my hand and after a few attempts finally got one. Instead of squishing it, I decided to drown it instead, so I went to the sink where I saw another fly and caught that one with my other hand.
The feeling of being a genocidal maniac appeals to me. No fly shall escape my wrath!