Dirty Harry

This past week, our lab has been having a wee bit of a fly problem. They appeared out of nowhere, and they don't really look like your ordinary flies. We've called them "flies on steroids", "bombers" and "cantaloupes with wings".

On Sunday, one of the surgeons was here on call, and he just could not stand them anymore. He said the flies were all against the window, so he sprayed them with 70% ethanol, which made them a little crunk and very easy to finish off. He said he felt like Clint Eastwood. The funny thing was, he didn't clean up. He just left them all there for us to see on Monday. His reason was, "Dirty Harry never cleaned up afterwards."


They also started a tally on the board of how many flies each person has killed. You can guess who "Dirty Harry" might be. And that's right, I am not on there. I already have enough blood on my hands.