Spreading the black streaks under my eyes, I take out my poison dart shooter. No this is not a video game. This is Intern Hunts Flies Part III. Armed with my mostly empty Sparkling Poland Spring bottle, I swish and whack in every direction possible in order to kill my nemesis. Failure. We shall ignore the fact I am highly visible by all co-workers for the sake of argument. But yes, I look like a mad-intern. Intern gone wild. Plus two flies.
