Housefly's Revenge?

I am ruthless when it comes to pesky houseflies.

Typically, if a wandering spider, or other such insect-type, happens to cross my living room, I carefully scoop him up with a piece of paper and take him back outside. I have a hard time squishing bugs.

But this is not the case with flies. I wield my kitchen towel with precision and power. Snapping those annoying, dirty, winged creatures into oblivion. Mwahh ahh ahh ahh....

Last week, however, I think I met my match. We experienced an onslaught. They were everywhere. I was downing 'em like crazy. And then I heard this voice. A very tiny voice with a Latin accent:
The next evening I spent much of my time here:
And this week, Inigo's curse has touched the rest of us. Perhaps it's because I mentioned that my schedule would work as long as nobody got sick. Maybe I cursed myself. (I haven't been leaving the milk out, dad.) In any case, it's not pretty.