We had a fly zooming around the house for several days. It was one of those bugs that had a knack for outwitting every fly swatter and killing mechanism unleashed on it.
"Mama," my son said a couple of days ago, "that fly is immortal."
"Seems that it is," I said.
Well, the immortal fly finally met his match. Last night, the boy came out of the bathroom with a huge grin plastered on his face. "Guess what?"
"What?" I asked.
"The immortal fly is dead. My stench killed it!"