I just killed a fruit fly! Haha!
If you're response is, "so what?" you've obviously never been plagued by a solitary, seemingly invincible little beast. It's like they can sense intentions. So every time I come close with a towel or napkin or shoe, they wait till the last conceivable moment and then ride the draft--created by a descending instrument of death--out of harms way.
How can a mindless little bug outwit me? It's just insulting.
But I've won.
Want to know how? Windex! Turns out they can't sense the intent to spray, just the intent to squash. So, he never saw the blue poisonous droplets until they'd latched onto his wings and giant eyeballs. And the trespasser breathes no more.
Praise Jesus for Windex. Really, for all sprayable cleaning chemicals.