Well, you probably wouldn't want to be a fly at my house!
You wouldn't get much of a chance to listen in or to observe what was going on. You see, we live in the country. And like most homes out here, our buildings are older, built solidly but beset with crooks, cracks and crannies into which and from which winged things come. And now it's summertime. The time for all buzzing creatures to hatch, reproduce and complete their life cycle.
To live and quickly die!
My guests and I am are here to help with the "dying" part. We are part of the endless systematic workings of nature. Our job is to cut short the life cycle of the fly.
Here are your freshly-laundered sheets. Your towels. And here is your weapon. A super-sized fly-swatter.
Have at it!