For the past twenty minutes, there has been a huge fly buzzing around inside the Lair. It's one of those big ones, about the size of a dime. You can hear it buzzing two rooms away.
I have not moved to kill it yet though, because Mighty Hunter Murphy has been relentlessly chasing it around the house like Javert the policeman pursuing Jean Valjean. He chases it, he leaps at it, jaws snapping. If it lights on a window, Murphy bashes into the window trying to get it. When it flies above him, Murphy springs up onto his back legs--or off the ground completely--trying to snap it out of the air. As it goes from room to room, so does the Attack Shepherd. He's knocked several things off tables in his pursuit, and he just toppled a chair over, but still the deadly game continues.
Frankly the only things keeping this fly alive right now are Murphy's lack of finesse and the fact that Murphy's trying so hard that it seems a shame to just step in and end the contest with a slap of the flyswatter.
Yep. He's back to "normal".