One recent February evening saw me in my comfy womfy chair. I was using my tablet, possibly playing Sudoku, when a cute little fly flitted and fluttered in front of the screen. As I said, it was cute and little and nothing like a house fly. I haven't seen it since, not even seconds later. Where did it come from and where did it go?
This occurred in the middle of a long, frigid Canadian winter, a time during which insects are not exactly known to thrive.
I am reminded of a similar experience some years ago when a mosquito decided that a cold night in December was as good a time as any to make a house call. I was in the same chair but was much less amused that time.
I have to wonder how many critters live here with us, for the next morning, a little insect (probably a spider but I was too bleary-eyed to look closely) scurried by Lacey as I was feeding her kibble by the foot of my computer chair. Lacey regarded the creature dismissively and resumed her early morning, pre-breakfast snack.
For my part, if they are not mosquitoes or over-sized spiders, I am willing to share my space.