Do ALL men lack critical thinking skills....?

Or is it just my DH?

We put the girls to bed last night and I began my nightly ritual of chores that had to be finished before I did anything "recreational". Things like doing the dishes, putting away all the girls' toys, etc. While making my rounds, I realized that a fly had found its way into the house. We'd been playing cat and mouse, but I hadn't caught him yet. After all my chores were finished, I sat down in the AC with my scrumptious shrimp parm and spaghetti, a tall cool iced tea, and "Sex and the City" reruns. All of a sudden, I smelled this unmistakable floral smell. I put down my fork and yelled into the kitchen:

me: "honey, what are you doing?"
DH: "I killed the fly"
me: "How did you do that?"
DH: "I hit him with RAID."
me: "Where in the kitchen did you spray RAID??"
DH: (now standing in front of me) "um....on the table, and over the sink"
me: "You do realize that I now have to rewash all the dishes and bottles I just washed, don't you?"
DH: "Why do you have to do thatt?"

(see my point?)

me: "well, unless you like eating insecticide, I think its best that I rewash everything. I'm definitely rewashing the babies' bottles".
DH: "well, at least I killed the fly"

I contemplated how DH would look with spaghetti hanging off his nose.
And to top it all off he wanted SEX! Sorry big guy, but the time I would've spent screwing you I now have to spend re-doing work I'd already done.
MEN. Can't live with 'em, can't kill 'em.