Last evening I opened all the doors and let in the glorious breeze. And the flies.
This morning as we were reading scriptures, oldest daughter wielded the fly swatter and went on a hunt. She has fly swatting skills that you wouldn't believe. Reminiscent of the Karate Kid and his chopsticks. Often she uses just her hands to catch flies.
And then she feeds them to the canine.
Kinda grosses me out.