There was heaps of excitement today, as a FLY got into the house.
Now those who know me well, know that flies bother me more than squirrels. And I'm very good at finding bugs. Mum and dad used to tell me to stop when I looked at the ceiling and howled...but now they know I just have very good eyes. (Okay, except for the odd piece of fluff - but then really they should dust more anyway.)
It look me quite some time, BUT I GOT IT!
For SOME reason, dad was getting a bit frustrated during the hunt. I think it's because he's not as quick as me, so had a hard time chasing after me chasing after the fly.
It was quite an involved attack. As you can see, I had to pull down the front door curtain (rod and all) when the fly was hiding behind it. Spices had to be moved from the kitchen window sill, and I almost had to bring down some paintings from the kitchen wall. (Dad helped chase the fly at this point, getting him to a safer spot.)
What fun! :-)