Epic Fly Kill

Yesterday David and I had the most epic of fly killings. All of our apartment residents were cooking a community dinner in the kitchen (yum) when we noticed some black buzzing dots circling about our aroma-filled apartment. They were pretty good sized flies, and we would just not allow that sort of thing near our food, obviously. So, David and I went on a fly hunt. However, since we are poor, starving (well, until we ate our dinner I guess) college students, we did not have a fly swatter; we had to use our hands. So there we were, clapping about the kitchen and living room, trying desperately to decease this fly. After several failed attempts, the fly flew between Dave and I, and it would be the last mistake that fly would make. We both (simultaneously) clapped at the fly and BOTH HIT IT. The buzzing stopped, and it fell to the ground, dead. It was amazing; so amazing, in fact, that the song "Superstition" was playing in the background. It wasn't like we both went for it and one of us got it- somehow our hands overlapped and we both hit it. Awesome. The only thing better would have been if we were high-fiving and a fly flew in the middle of our high five; it was that cool.