The light-brown leaf-like object directly under her gaze is a walking stick; it’s hard to distinguish from the cut-down cornstalks because I forgot to switch my camera over to shutter priority. Effie pawed the two-inch-long insect playfully, until I picked her up and suggested we let the creature live. After a couple of rounds in the blazing heat, we came inside; I actually felt close to fainting. A housefly on the inside of a living room window provided a collaborative opportunity and a treat for Effie. I deployed the fly swatter and presented the prize to Effie, who consumed it with her usual alacrity.
Sometimes the little consolations in life, when one can’t have the biggest bug in the yard, make such a difference.