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Michael McGregor wielded a wild flyswatter he used it in places he not aughter. Each swat made a mess causing wife distress so he up and ran off with their daughter.

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Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 2/11/2020 4:50:00 PM

Uh oh....big mistake for Mr. McGregor when the mrs. catches up with him. I'm with her. I can't stand seeing insect blood on anything. I have to admit I have murdered flies too! Lol xxoo

Paul Schneiter
Date: 2/11/2020 9:07:00 PM

Thanks for commenting, Connie. Too bad McGregor didn't have an electric flyswatter: no blood, no splatter, no messy foreign matter. It's another of society's great leaps forward (smile). * * * I hope life in Hawaii is treating you and your loved ones exceptionally well. Hugs, Paul

Lindsay Laurie

Date: 2/10/2020 4:22:00 PM

G'day Paul … I think that when his wife catches up with him it won't be a fly swatter he'll be worrying about - thank you Paul - Lindsay

Paul Schneiter
Date: 2/11/2020 12:03:00 PM

I think you're right, Lindsay. It is as English poet William Congreve said: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." I feel sorry for Mr. McGregor. Thank you for commenting. Hugs, Paul