The house fly also known as Musca domestica. I just call it my nemesis. I have had an eternal struggle with this nemesis for years. For some reason the flies love our house. They congregate outside the front door waiting for the chance to torment me, to barge in to my life. The other day I got up from dinner to get a fork and when I came back there were three flies on my plate. My wife said they were taking revenge on me for my genocide of their species over the years.
I usually keep an assortment of fly swatters in the house. I sometimes leave them in different rooms so I can be ready if the need arises. I have had a few specialty swatters over the years but none work as well as the .99 cent variety. I have become an expert at swinging the swatter. I can even swat them while they are still in the air. For a few years I did not even need a swatter. I could catch them with my bare hands. This year my skills eroded and I was forced to go back to the swatter. I blame old age.