A wife was enjoying listening to her husband practicing his mandolin while she went about her business. After a while she heard silence. She then heard, "WHACK", and again, "WHACK". Curious as to why her husband cut the practice short and why all the ruckus she went to investigate She entered the kitchen to see her husband, rock solid still with at baseball batter's stance, feet shoulder width apart and somewhat crouching. He is holding a fly swatter in his hand. Rock solid still, save for the darting movement of his steely blue eyes. First left, then right, then up and down in a methodical way.
The wife says, "Honey...., whatcha doin'?"
"Huntin' flies my dear," never taking his eyes of their appointed task.
"Ya doin' any good?", asked the now bemused wife.
"Got five of 'em. Three males.... and two females," says he.
A bit perplexed, she asks further, "How can ya tell?"
The mister replied, "Three were over there on that beer can and the other two....
...were on the phone."
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