As I was reading this, my niece came up to me with a housefly she had “caught.” She asked why it walking on her hand but wasn’t flying and I said perhaps its wing was hurt. She walked away to show someone else and I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry for squishing you, bug.”
As I was reading this, my niece came up to me with a housefly she had “caught.” She asked why it walking on her hand but wasn’t flying and I said perhaps its wing was hurt. She walked away to show someone else and I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry for squishing you, bug.”