I know a small girl who played with a fly

Ellie isn't afraid of bugs. No, not at all. She takes joy in them, in looking at them, in talking about them, in touching them, in letting them crawl all over her, and in killing them. Yesterday she managed to swat a fly such that she broke one of its wings, preventing it from flying away. So she picked it up, brought it to us, and asked us why it wasn't flying.



Elizabeth explained that she'd broken it. That seemed like a pretty good explanation to her. She kept playing with it.



Playing with it involved letting it climb all the way up her arm, which she said tickled.