Any general will tell you that in war, there will sometimes be setbacks. Some battles will not go as planned. There may even be battles that are lost completely.
Tonight, I found one of the insurgents crawling around on the kitchen ceiling. I presume that it thought that it would be out of my reach, but I am 6’2″, and can reach the ceiling if I just stretch a wee bit.
I was attempting to grab its antenna between my thumb and a finger, but hadn’t anticipated that it might have a counter-attack in mind. Before I knew it, this six-legged foe dropped straight down toward my head.
As is the case when you find any sort of projectile hurtling towards your face, I flinched. The enemy used my momentary distraction to fly off to parts-of-my-house-unknown.
Tonight, I lost the battle, but I warn you, oh my mortal foe, I shall not lose the war!
today my foe, from up on high
dove down towards my upturned face
and I can tell you bravely now
I ducked and screamed with poise and grace.