After I practised chasing a fly all around the house a couple of days ago, I found it easy to catch a fly when we went for our walkies just now. Maybe they are slower outside because it is a little bit colder.
Lynettea said, 'Ugh, Sasha! What have you got? You aren't eating that are you? '
But it was too late for her to see anything.
I am not too worried about her remarks on my taste in food. In fact I took no notice at all.
We went into the street, but a neighbour soon came walking past on the opposite footpath with a medium sized dog. He waved at Lynettea and held on to the dog, which was straining towards me on its lead. Maybe it wanted to make friends, but you can never know for certain.
I decided to take Lynettea inside the yard again and we had a look to see if there were any more flies, but there weren't.