The suicidal fly

And here I was, thinking I'd seen it all at choir rehearsals.
Guess I didn't.

In the midst of an exceptionally energetic/angry part of Mendelssohn's Elijah, a big, fat fly deigned to have a rest on my score. My hand movements to swat it away did nothing. It seemed to like that page. I then took to actually physically remove it (by smacking it off my score). Only to see it fly around somewhat drunkenly and land on that same page again.
The second smack finally did it - the fly went flying (haha) and I never saw it again. Only by that time, I had lost my place in the score, was in fits of laughter and useless for the rest of the next 2 minutes.

Note to all flies: If any such thing should happen during the concert in a few weeks, I shall simply smash my score shut. You WILL be dead. Tell your friends...