French Man Refuses To Surrender To Fly: Equips Electric Swatter And Blows Up Whole House
A man in Dordogne, France, accidentally blew up his own house while trying to remove a fly, local reports say.
Armed with an electric swatter, the man — who is in his 80s — chased the insect around his home, according to the local Sud Ouest newspaper.
What he didn't know at the time, though, was that there was a gas leak in his home. The reaction between the gas and the swatter caused an explosion that collapsed past of his ceiling, according to the report.
The man suffered a minor burn to his hand and his home is uninhabitable, Sud Ouest reported.
Full story here.
We’ve all been here. Whether it’s the Breaking Bad episode, a day on the beach, or scrolling through twitter- there’s nothing worse than a fucking fly that just. won’t. die. In times like this, all rules and etiquette go out the window. Text conversations are dropped. Relationships are left out in the wind. The cookies are left in the oven. The dog’s running around the neighborhood without a leash. Grandma’s on the phone, she’s fallen and she can’t get up- but you can’t be the one to help her because there’s a fucking fly in the room.
This rage, this thirst to kill, can lead to rash decision-making. Fly killing tech is getting scary. Electric swatters specifically. I’m not there yet, but it must be tough trying to kill these things in your 80s. You’ve lost a little vision, so it’s not the easiest thing in the world to find the flying the first place. You’ve lost a little speed and a little reaction time, , so the chances you even make contact with this winged demon are pretty low. I daresay you lost a little power, so even IF you manage to make contact with this thing, there’s no saying whether you’ll actually be able to take it down. With all that in mind, the zapper makes sense. If you even touch the thing, you want it dead. Of course, there’s the downside, and the reason I’m afraid of - which is if you miss. If you miss you’re just wielding a cattle prod. You never know when, or where this fly will emerge. You could be reading the paper in the kitchen. You could be lying in bed in the dead of night. You could be in an indoor swimming pool. You could be in a house with a gas leak.
The latter, of course, is what happened. We got an old guy just swinging this lightsaber around, trying to murder this fly, and he sets off a gas leak and blows up his whole house. I’ll be honest, out of all the stories I’ve blogged about ill-circumstances befalling good people- this may be the one I feel worst about. I look in the mirror and I see this man. I’ll let a fly bite me one, two times- but then the bloodlust takes over and I won’t stop until the walls are on fire, the roof is in a million pieces on the lawn, and the fly is dead. I’m glad our hero is okay. I hope that he can recover from this, physically, emotionally, and financially. And of course, I hope he got the bastard.
