Yesterday evening, our kitten Rumple was chasing a fly in the kitchen. It was one of those small types that flies silently — the kind that aimlessly zigzags back and forth in the middle of a room. It had briefly knocked against the veranda door, at which point Rumple jumped all over it, but it got away and resumed its zigzag flight.
Rumple plopped onto the floor by the door and looked around, but couldn’t see it. I thought, “If only I had a flyswatter, so that I could knock it out of the air and give Rumple a chance.”
And then I realized, I did have a flyswatter!
I pulled the dishtowel off the oven handle, wound it up, watched the fly for a few seconds, and let go with a towel snap.
* PAF! *
Not only did I knock the fly out of the air on the first try, but I actually landed it on the floor less than six centimeters from Rumple’s paws. His head snapped around and he looked disbelievingly at the fly that had suddenly appeared. Then he pounced, played with it a bit as it buzzed, and finally ate it. Yum!
I have now retired my dishtowel until it is needed again. Superpowers should not be overused.