I'll Fly Away

My husband and I moved into our house back in May. It is a perfect home for us to start a family, but I am beginning to be quite concerned about one thing: the flies! Never in my life, of all the different places that I have lived, have I had to deal with so many darn flies! Not only that, but they seem like some pretty freaking intillegent pests, at least the ones that live and breathe around me. Musca domestica Linnaeus, or the house fly, is a vector for pathogens, so when I see these little buzzing bodies I am completely disgusted, not to mention they meander around poop, and nobody likes poop.
It confounds me to have recently heard that PETA was all over President Obama for swatting at a fly during an interview; do they promote the spread of disease? If flies do have "feelings", surely it's only one, and how bad can one "feeling" hurt? I detest the abuse of any animals, but a fly!?... which actually came from something more disgusting: a maggot! So would PETA be all right if they saw a family of maggots writhing around in heir granola? It's hard for me even to write the word maggot without gagging.
With this fresh on my mind, while I was on my weekly Walmart excursion I remembered to buy a fly swatter; prior to this I had never bought one and so I had no clue what aisle or even what area code of Walmart I should look. I was sent to the cleaning supplies department, then to the fishing/hunting department, and then back to the cleaning supplies department, where I finally found one fly swatter left that was stuck randomly in between a bottle of toilet bowl cleaner and a bottle of Windex ( the toilet bowl cleaner, I can maybe rationalize, being that flies have an affinity for poop, and toilet bowl cleaner gets rid of poop, and therefore gets rid of the flies... like a fly swatter ... but Windex???) Needless to say, I purchased the fly swatter and the toilet bowl cleaner, and I am now feeling pretty domesticated.
Once at home, I start fixing myself a turkey sandwich, their one goes bzzzzzzz... bzzzzzzzz... all around my mayo. I grab the fly swatter and try to affix the fly in my sight, when I noticed that he was not landing anywhere, and when he would land, it would be on the blinds on my kitchen window (a very precarious place to try and swat). That's also when I began to wonder, how something that may be little more then a single cell organism, knows that I am on a mission to destroy it. Is it years and years of built in instinct past down from generation to generation? If so, what are they trying to preserve? Their lifespan is only, what, like a month? And in that month, what are they living for exactly? To share love? To be an asset to the great fly community? To bring joy to human life? To eat poop?
My husbands friend witnessed my pathetic attempt in stalking the fly; I was waiting until I was certain I'd be able to nail it to the intricate weaving of my fly swatter. He then showed me that I don't have to wait for the fly to land in order to swat. Wow! A mid-air attack! My power was awakened, and flies started dropping. I don't intend to mislead, we still have a fly problem, but I do feel that I am better equipped and skilled to take on the task and do my part in ridding the world of disease, one fly at a time.