Now all I need is a dust cloud

These two little fruit flies circling are making me feel embarrassingly like Pig-Pen.

When Peleke started swatting at his own entourage, we tried to remember how that old nursery song went about the old woman who swallowed a fly. I was disappointed to learn that the fly chaser was a spider. I suggested Peleke go get the spider from the top of the bedroom door frame.

He said no.