This morning I went upstairs for a minute, and I heard a blood-curdling scream from down below, followed by WCK climbing the stairs faster than I have ever seen her climb, still screaming. I met her at the top of the stairs and held her.
"What happened?" I asked, searching her body for some kind of horrible wound.
"GARLAND ATE A FLY!" she sobbed.
Never a dull moment around here.