We have some mysterious flying bugs in our house. Small, but annoying and we aren't really sure what they are. So instead of smashing one, I decided to catch it, so I could get a better look at it. It gave good chase, but ended up in a plastic bag last night. This morning, Emma reported to me (in a very urgent tone) that "there's a fly in the bathroom!" which reminded me of my mission today. I came downstairs to examine my tortured bug, and found the bag.....opened.
Me: "What happened?"
Patrick: "I saw a bug trapped in there so I let it out."
Me: "Well, you need to help me find it."
Emma: "It needs to be with its mommy upstairs!"
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