Leaving on my annual motorcycle trip and couldn't resist sending you an old blog from 2011. I will call you both from the badlands....
The Brick Revisited
I knew exactly what I had to do. I went into the garage to get the big can of wasp spray and I grab the garage broom. When I went back into the house, I also rolled up a big chunk of the Sunday paper. I am standing there the the broom propped up against the counter, rolled up paper, and start shaking the wasp spray.
Your mom comes into the kitchen and asks me what I am doing. It is cold here now and all the doors and windows are closed tight. I tell her that I am going to kill the fly. She shakes her head and walks over to the sliding glass door and opens it. With a couple of waves of her hand the fly goes right through the open door.
I hate it when that happens.
Killing a fly with a brick never really works out well. You break a lot of things you never intended to break. A lot of people like watching someone kill the fly with the brick. But if you are the person throwing the brick, you end up being the entertainment in a way that is not good at all. The brick thrower is the guy you want to watch but avoid.
A measured response can be smart and elegant in a way that a brick just cannot. So if you are faced with a shit eating, disease carrying pest, open the door.
There are certainly times where the brick is needed...but they are few and far between. More about that later.
Love Dad