Swallowed a fly

Hey! you know what goes great with my plate of nachos? Watching your dog eat a fly!

I know! lucky, lucky me. Sometimes the sheer luckiness of my life just overwhelms me.

Olive has decided to eat flies. Alive flies. I assume after she catches them they are dead, but they could very well still be alive. That just makes the story that much more disturbing. If you are disturbed, you should try the live floor show I get.

For the time being, my computer is set up in the living room. I reside right next to the living room window and the fly holder of the house. I have no idea why this is so, it just is. Flies fly (haha, that's a funny two words) into the house and park their little bodies right on the window. They fly around buzzing, hitting the window and doing what ever in the hell that flies do. All day. Every day. It is my fault. Since we are having our two and a half days of summer, I leave the doors open. Which is a formal invitation for all living flying disgusting creatures of nature to come on in, the water is fine. At which case, they head right over to the window and annoy the hell out of me.

Last week, it was Olive to the rescue. Super fly! she is. Now when she sleeps, it is the sleep of the dead. Of course it is only 32 seconds of any day but a bomb could go off on her head and she would sleep right through it. Since she can't be away from me for any length of time, she stretches out under the window and snores and passes horrific gas for 32 seconds of the day. Last week, the flies arrived and have taken away the 32 second pause.

Now she stretches out, closes her eyes and I start to feel calmness invade me, only to have her fling herself into the air, attach herself to my window like she has suction cups for paws and snap away. At first, I thought she was having some sort of fit. She waited until the house was quiet, dark and I was relaxing. When all of a sudden pantomime broke out and I thought we were under siege of some wolves gone rabid. Nope, just Olive. She flings herself up, snapping her jaws with rapid force on nothing but air. Over and over again. Snap, Snap, Snap. Air, Air, Air.

Then an amazing thing happened! She channeled Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid and caught a fly. I have no idea who was more amazed, her or the fly. She immediately opened her mouth, the fly flew away and she went back to banging her empty head on the window. Snap, Snap, Snap. I got up and caught the fly and let it loose in the back yard. I figured that was enough excitement for the fly and since he had the most AMAZING story to tell the other flies, he could go free.

Now every second Olive uses her brain, it is in the hope that she will catch a fly. She smacks her mouth a lot, but unless we have a fly epidemic in Seaside, she doesn't catch anything, but I don't really look all that close either.

So now she is like the poem "There was an old lady who swallowed a fly, I don't know why she swallowed a fly, perhaps she'll die. . . ." I don't think that will happen but I am glad she isn't channelling some poem with Frankenstein or snakes.