*$%# Flies!

I don't know why, but this fall the flies have been AWFUL! Seriously, I have found 4-5 hovering around my front door just waiting to come in. I'll go on killing sprees and get 8-10 flies at a time. I hate them!

And really, if they would leave me alone, I wouldn't care so much. But they keep dive bombing my head and landing on my hand. I often follow a "live and let live" philosophy, but these flies won't leave me alone!

So here's a cute fly story involving Jacob. A little background--Jacob now enjoys watching TV shows like Thomas the Tank Engine, Dora, and Wonder Pets.

So the other day I killed a fly and Jacob got very distressed. I tried to figure out the problem, and finally did. He kept saying "Bee smack. Bee smack." and then he would cry and be sad. Jacob thinks flies are bees. And recently he watched an episode of Wonder Pets where they saved the bees.

So here I was, killing the poor bees that the Wonder Pets had worked so hard to save. I'm such a mean mom.

I'm still going to carry the flyswatter everywhere I go.