I didn't just kill it, I systematically stalked that little bastard after his many attempts to fly up my nose. He was no match for the fly swatter.
Fast forward a couple of hours to dinnertime. The spouse and I were sitting down enjoying a lovely dinner when I was attacked again.
Me: OMG that &%$*# fly is back from the grave!!
Spouse: Oh come on, you know that's not possible.
Me: This is the same fly!
Spouse: I never said it wasn't. But see, all of his little fly brethren put him back together using bio-mechanical engineering.
Me: (long pause) ...you're telling me there is a bio-mechanical fly engineering plant somewhere in this house?
Me: And that it can build ultra-intelligent Mecha Flies?
Me: We're moving.