|When Bea emerged from our washroom this morning she announced that a long-time trailer resident had passed away. And she found the body in our bath tub. It was our beloved fly which had succumbed to the rather arctic temperatures of the past few days. We have seen her many times sitting along the window enjoying the warming rays of the winter sun.
Once in a while she would be cruising at low altitude over our meals but never daring to sit down on my plate’s edge. Since she had been with us through the entire fall we had grown fond of her presence. Now we have to wait for spring temperatures to maybe get her successor.