March 22nd 2011 5:32 pm
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Before my afternoon nap, I made a detour to the litter box. To my dismay something was already occupying it- A Huge Texas-size fly!!

It was the size of a dime. And it must have been overpowered by my previous odoriferous offerings to the poop box, because it was flapping around and couldn't get out...hmmmmm...sweet!! Snack time....do flys taste like chicken??

To prolong the joy of catching my own prey, I batted the fly around a bit. Then I buried it. Then I dug it up...and buried it again. Apparently, I was busy for a long while, because Mom came to see what was keeping me.

She saw the poor helpless fly in my grasp, and decided to put it outta it's misery. She grabbed a tissue & squished, ugh, the sound of my prey being destroyed was devastating, she took my kill!! Mom threw the tissue in the trash & left.

I sat staring into the trash can, bummed out.
And then, I heard something...faint rustling...could it be!!! OMC!! It's ALIVE......AGAIN!! A Zombie Fly!?! I fished out the tissue & ate the fly....hmmmm, crunchy like popcorn--Yummy- Nothing like a full tummy before naptime!! - Whoop!!