A couple minutes later, I heard an exclamation from the kitchen and my husband proudly walked into our bedroom with something pinched between his fingers. It was the fly. He had caught it by the leg - which he tells me, is "a dream of every man."
"You caught him?" I asked.
"I ninja-grabbed his ass!" he corrected me.
Then he kept bringing it too close to my face so I could revel in his victory. But I was too grossed out to revel so instead I took a picture to document his achievement:
|pay no attention to the mound of mess on our desk in the background|
|and this is the Husband laughing when I told him to "look at me like a ninja." |
I'm no expert, but I don't think that cute way he throws back his head to laugh is very ninja-like.
Leaves the throat very exposed and vulnerable to a stray shuriken.