Our house is soaked in so much bug poison that sometimes I wonder why the children don’t keel over and wave their little legs feebly in the air.

Only joking, in fact, I only go around the skirting boards, and in general that seems to work. When we do, occasionally, have an encounter of the insect kind, it is usually because said insects are so groggy from their dose of poison that they stagger out into the open, do a drunken dance, and then just stand there, waving their feelers pathetically.

Our little friend last week was fairly lively, which is why I suspect he came in through an open door. Our doors have been open a lot lately. After all, this is Texas in February and weather-wise that means anything goes. Unfortunately open doors also mean visits from a different kind of bug - one that doesn’t hang out on skirting boards. We have been host to some pretty enormous flies. 

We should really get a screen door but I remember them from my childhood and they always... BANG! Over and over and over as children run in and out. And since we are half crazy already it would be all it took to send us over the edge. So we are resorting to a good old fashioned fly swatter.

The end result is a fascination in this household with bugs.

Baby Sister wakes up in the night and claims she saw bugs in her bed.

I keep catching T-Bot pulling the wings off flies (eeeewwww! I thought it was a myth that they did that!).

And the bug book has come out. Did you know slugs’ breathing holes are on their back? I didn't. 

Just heard as I typed this:

“What’s that T-Bot? You want to watch some commercials? OK, you can watch two commercials. Because you did such a good job mashing the flies.”