olive ate a fly. it was between the fire door and the screen door last night and she launched herself at the screen. i tried to let it out the fire door. later i heard it buzz in my reading lamp. i thought olive caught it after that but it must have gone somewhere to sleep. this morning it buzzed by as i sat in the living room reading a post about the genocidal oligarchs of the executive branch club and olive was hot on it, catching it in her mouth, bringing it to my feet. it flew back to the window once and she caught it again, and then she ate it.