For the past couple of weeks, our apartment has been infested with these ginormous Amityville horror flies. I'm not kidding, each one is the size of a nickel and each time one turns up dead, there's a new one buzzing around. It's driving the cat insane because they stay just out of her reach and, since since she's not a jumper, she can't get to them. That means she just sits on the floor and chirps clicks at them like she's a Newcomer.