It showed up after I brought in the groceries….
Andy wanted his shot at it, but the fly never landed where he could strike. (Notice Andy’s “horns” are up!! He really, really, really wanted that fly!)
The fly’s last moments before I told myself I wasn’t waiting for kitty power to rid the apartment of this pest: I took out the swatter and kill, kill, killed the nasty little insect! Andy would have done as much.