I have a very tender hearted little girl. She loves every living thing. And while I think most kids love the furry things, she has a special affection for flies. Yes, flies. They seem to like her, too, which can sometimes be a little unsettling for me. She catches the ones that get in the house and lets them go outside. She wants everyone to have a chance at a good life.
The other day she was playing on the Slip n' Slide. One time when she got to the end of the slide, she noticed a fly upside down in the water. She picked it up and discovered it was still alive, but too wet to fly. She brought him into the house to let him dry out. Here is said fly.
He could crawl all over her hands, but he couldn't fly. As she was playing with him, she decided that he needed a nice place to recuperate. Welcome to rehab fly style.
I don't know if you can tell from the picture, but our fly had a small tree, a pony, a seesaw, and a room of his own. That little box on the right held a bed complete with a Teddy bear and half a pecan shell for a little cubby hole in case he needed some privacy.
All of this work was for naught. Our fly dried off and flew away about the time it was finished. At least, he got a second chance at life. She was content in knowing that her skills as a fly nurse were sufficient for his needs.