We really do have to come up with a solution. Yesterday, a fly flew into the house. I was on my way out the door and didn't have a change to kill it before I left. Today, the fly was hanging out on a window in the dining room. My daughter named it Flutter. How could I possibly kill the darn thing after my daughter named it?
Later in the day, my daughter came up to me, pretty upset. "I think that Flutter is dead!" she said. "Why do you think that?" I asked. "Is Flutter missing from the dining room window?" "No, Flutter is laying on the window sill, not moving." I followed her into the dining room and saw Flutter lying on her back, feet splayed in the air.
"Yup, it doesn't look good for Flutter," I said. My daughter started crying. I comforted her, assuring her that flies live something like 3 days, and I'm sure Flutter died of old age. I got a paper towel and moved Flutter outside where she would enjoy being with nature (and hopefully a bird will come and dispose of her body).
That night, during prayers, my daughter prayed for Flutter. She said, "I know many people would consider Flutter to be a pest, but I think flies are kind of fun to hang out with!"
Maybe getting a fish isn't such a bad idea after all!