This afternoon I was standing outside with Roger, getting ready to hand him the mail. I had just opened my mouth to speak when something flew into my mouth, touched onto my tongue and then rebounded off again. It was flying low and lazy after that catastrophe, so I followed it. (I wanted to know what kind of creature had touched my tongue so intimately!) And of all the random things…. the big fat disgusting fly came and landed on the mail in my hand, and stayed there just long enough for me to show it to Roger. Roger promptly squished it.
I don’t call him my brave protector for nothing.