Stephen was over, and there was a fly in the house. (No, Stephen was not the fly.)
The fly flew out of Kallie's cupboard, where it had been hiding, and settled on the floor by my room. Kallie shreiked to Stephen to kill the fly. So he stomped on it.
With his BARE FEET.
For some strange reason he didn't understand why we weren't impressed.
Kallie made him wash his feet, and sprayed them with disinfectant.
Stephen spent the next 20 minutes soliliquising about his feat of amazing daring.