Sunday was sunny and really warm. Mom let us come out onto the deck while she read. Mija didn't like the heat and went back inside.
One of the things that happens when mom leaves the back door open is that we get bugs, flying bugs, in the house. After she came inside, there was a big one in the living room.
I'm gonna get this, okay, mom?
I spy that fly.
Oh boy, I think it landed on mom's purse.
Ready, set, swat.
Mom calls me her "fearless hunter". I'm not so sure.
That fly is at the upper right of the photo. Mom had to go get the flyswatter.
Oh well. It's the first fly of the season. Give me a month and I'll get 'em all.
See you next week.