So, there was this pesky fly last night in the bathroom. I certainly tried to end its short existence. I missed several times. Took it as a sign, went to bed having broken the wall fixture in my pursuit of the wee thing.

Mary said at 5:30 this morning,,, "the fly is still in there". I went in, watching it frantically trying to find a way out. Went and got a glass, and card then capturing it. I took it outside, setting her/him/it free just before sunrise.

I had forgotten myself the night before. Returned to how I usually try to deal with the little ones.

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This is fun but very philosophical. In my house, the cat gets the flies before I can catch and release.

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