I feel quite sorry for Penny.
One of her self appointed missions in life seems to be to rid the world of flies. She hates the little fuckers and if one enters the room she will abandon whatever she was doing and will set off in hot pursuit.
In the course of this pursuit she will forget such minor details as safety, decorum and even the laws of physics, as she bounces off the floor, furniture and the walls. Nothing must get in the way of the chase and anything that does usually ends up in pieces on the floor.
In fairness, she is damn good at the job and I reckon she has around a 95% success rate. However she may like the sound of a fly being popped between teeth but I find it slightly nauseating.
For the last week we have been having a drop of sunshine so all the doors and windows are permanently wide open. This means, of course that a lot of flies fly in. As a result, poor Penny doesn’t get much peace. No sooner has she lain down for a doze when a fly makes its entry and chaos resumes. Once she has caught and crunched the fly she returns to her shady spot to cool down, while I sweep up the pieces.
I have to be on guard all the time as she is welcome to the flies but I draw the line at bumble-bees, so if one of the latter strays in, I become the chaser with a sheet of card, trying to scoop the bumble-bee out the nearest window before Penny gets it. Not easy as those little fuckers are incredibly stupid and invariably head back into the danger zone as soon as I nearly get them to safety.
The one experience we haven’t had yet is Penny chewing a wasp. The place seems to be remarkably wasp free this year which is probably just as well as I’m not sure I want Penny to catch one.
I wonder what wasps taste like?
I imagine they would be somewhat akin to a very hot Vindaloo?