Friday, September 14, 2018
Sunshine and a Fly
Hello, friends! I'm glowing in the California sun.
The other day, the lady saw me stalking something in her closet. The big guy wasn't home, and she was anxiously awaiting his return so he could dispose of whatever it was (she deliberately didn't put on her glasses because she didn't want a closer look). When the big guy got home, it was gone. The next morning, she found it dead on the carpet. "It" was a fly. Good enough to kill but not to eat and certainly nothing to get squeamish about. When it comes to bugs and spiders, she always assumes the worst. Panic first is her motto. That's my motto too when it comes to unwanted houseguests.