Ugly brute!

There I was, idly passing Sunday by re-varnishing the wooden house with extra-thick varnish (just like in the Karate Kid, although much less enjoyment to be had compared to painting under the auspices of a pygmy sensei, it appears) when I heard a roar, and turned to see this brute devouring a fly. Thank God he got his lunch there, hairy brute that it was, I could easily have started fearing for my own life.