We had a big-ass flying beetle in here last night, and I realized what our low ceilings at home are good for-- quick catching of flying beetles and moths and so forth. This one kept retreating up into the rafters before divebombing me, and Noah would take a swat at it before it went back up. I eventually went and took a bath while he finished it off.
(Yes, I am afraid of flying insects and I get my man to kill them for me. Don't make me give back my NOW card.)