Sam Spindle: Page 10
I Spy a Fly!
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The next house I came upon seemed very run down. It smelled dirty. Maybe Jess didn’t want me in her house because of the web. Maybe she was worried about dust and cobwebs. The owner of this house clearly didn’t care about either.
I went through a doggy door. Once through, I went to the kitchen and found a good open corner. I started building a new trap. There were several fruit flies that buzzed by me while I was working. I knew I was going to be busy here!