Our house is usually quite fly free. These past two weeks though we have been overrun and Ma is on the war path.
She can’t stand them. Says they are dirty rascals and spread disease.
It has become a daily battle and she is armed with a special device.
I have to keep my eye on her as she sometimes gets close to me. It’s a good game.
I sit alert.
Eventually I fall asleep.
Until she lets out a mighty roar when she gets one. In the morning though more arrive and the game goes on
Blessing # 1062 -Swat