Am I enjoying killing them far too much?

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I am electrocuting them. I am watching their tiny bodies spark up and incinerate. There's an acrid smell to the air as I execute them, one..two..three and four at a time. Before you call the cops, let me explain... I have had a plague of flies in my house for a couple of years now. They move into the walls of the house at the end of the summer, then hibernate until late winter when they start feeling those longer rays of the sun warm up the house walls. Then they come in and party. They are terrible. They are currently having a swarm through my house. I ordered an amazing tool on Amazon. It's an electric fly swatter. It runs on two AA batteries which send an electrical current to the business end of the swatter. I simply zap these beasties into ashes. I have been suffering through these cyclical invasions too long. I can't stand having these stupid flies buzzing around my house. This is my house,my domain! I have tried to evict them, but they won't go. So...NOW THEY DIE! Maybe it's wrong of me to feel this way, but this thing is FUN ! I love the satisfying ZAP! when the electric grid connects to the body of a flying pest. Forget chasing them down and waiting for them to land, I can get them in mid-air. And I love it. So, yeah. I am killing flies today. And it's making me happy. It's making me VERY happy. It is wrong for me to love killing them?