The best new toy at my house, at least according to the animals, is the flies. They buzz and bump their crispy bodies into the glass panes of the windows, they skid off of vertical surfaces and fall to the floor. They writhe on the floor mysteriously and invitingly, the former to me and the latter to the critters. It is almost as though they are shouting at all times “eat me!” Jelly and Lou listen, and have been crunch-a-munching them with abandon. As I said, this is the best new thing. As the Minister of No Fun, I feel the distinct need to put up some screens in the windows.
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