There is Turkey Season, there is Deer Season. In Vermont, there is Moose Season . In Westford it is fly season. They are everywhere. I am gleefully hunting flies everyday with the swatter. We have one in each room. Alice was a bit put off when I whacked one right next to her cereal bowl this morning. OK I can be a bit more polite.
Still, there is something about killing a fly that is just so satisfying. I confess. I sure wish I could nail the one that has been buzzing me for the past thirty minutes.