
Many of you know that my daughter, Bella, LOVES all animals with a fierce passion. Not just dogs and kittens, but giraffes and zebras, elephants and penguins, birds, fish, whatever; if it breathes and is not human, she adores everything about it. I am convinced that as soon as she finds out meat comes from animals, she will pledge to be a vegetarian.
Now, for my point. This morning at breakfast a nasty fly found it's way to the kitchen table. I think that flies are the most disgusting creatures alive and I hate them from the depths of my soul. They should not exist. So, naturally, I start swatting at the intruder.
All of a sudden Bella screams, "STOP!" I turn to her and ask what's wrong. This is her reply:
"He's just lost and trying to find his family. You need to leave him alone."
Are you kidding me?