Today we were recording 1 Corinthians Chapter 12, and over the headphones I heard a buzzing. I couldn't tell if it was in the control room or the studio. Benjamin suddenly pointed, and we saw a large horsefly on the INSIDE of the studio window glass. It was in the mic'd room! So I called a break.
I opened the double doors, walked into the sound-resistant room and there was Peter, the reader. I had a rolled up manual and was swatting at the fly and missing. The fly was circling around the room.
Peter stood and watched... watched... watched.... I was on my fourth swing...
Then, suddenly Peter swatted his hand, I heard 'thwack, thunk'.
And sure enough, on the ground lay a dead fly.
Without saying a word, Peter sat back down and put his headphones back on, as if to say 'now, let's get back to recording'.
I congratulated him on his kill, and we went back to work. I'm still amazed at how effectively he downed the fly.
