Nate is becoming known around our house as the Machine. The boy has killed every fly that has ever ventured to come into our home. Poor things...well, not really. Actually, I cheer him on when he does it. The funny thing is that he is not very fast. Every time it has shocked me...I will hear some slight banging, will go look for him, and there he will be with a dead fly on the bottom of his slipper or something. In this picture he actually killed the fly with a bowl--A BOWL! Seriously, he is The Machine! Gary's theory is that after climbing 5 floors to get to our apartment, they are worn out and that is how he gets them so easily. I think he is gifted. Maybe I am biased...
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