Life around these parts, when the temps begin to cool and maybe we've had a bit of rain, includes flies and mice seeking refuge in the house.
They are both just gross.
Even the thought of them.
One day, recently, I was complaining to LPP who at the time was in Germany.
She said, "There are no flies here".
What kind of heavenly place is my daughter residing?
From a photo she took, I now imagine the German mice being all sorts of cute as they frolic in fields of pretty toadstools.
No flies, indeed!