With multiple animals of indeterminate history, we are used to the odd quirk (redundant?) rearing its head. For example, Little D doesn’t like dogs bigger than he is, Dusty has a hate on for white pickup trucks and street-cleaners. Fairly typical stuff. A few nights ago we discovered a new one. Ripley, our most recent addition, was running around in a panic. At first we thought it was the storm that was brewing even though she’d never exhibited a fear of storms before. Then we thought maybe it was the cat fight that was going on outside. Finally, after watching her run back and forth and hide in the bedroom we discovered the source of her fears. A small insect was buzzing around in the kitchen. That’s right, Ripley  is afraid of flies.

Flies are scarier than me!