I’ve turned into an executioner because of a single kitchen fly

Today I learned that I am apparently a much more competitive and easily entertained person than I ever realized, all thanks to a persistent fly in my kitchen. I’ve spent the last three summers losing my absolute mind with those gross sticky yellow traps and standard plastic swatters, but I finally decided to upgrade my home defense arsenal to a bug a salt gun. I first stumbled across these after seeing a wholesale manufacturing listing on Alibaba and reading the hilarious, high-energy reviews from people who treat backyard fly hunting like a professional, high-stakes sport.

It’s essentially a miniature, pump-action shotgun that fires a tiny pinch of ordinary table salt to take down pests mid-air. Why did no one tell me that pest control could actually be fun? I spent twenty minutes today hunting down a single fly that’s been terrorizing my fruit bowl, and when I finally got it, I felt like I’d won an Olympic gold medal. It’s a total discovery that turning a frustrating household chore into a game makes me significantly less grumpy about living in an old house with leaky screens. Has anyone else turned a mundane household problem into a weirdly satisfying hobby like this?