We have a huntress in our house. With keen eyes, she cocks her head and prowls, looking for the tiniest prey. From room to room she goes, searching intently.
She clutches her weapon boldly, and spares no victim.
This mighty huntress delights in hunting and killing.
For years, she cowered in fear that SHE would be the victim. She ran, screaming in heart-pounding terror from the smallest gnat to the biggest spider.
When introduced to the fly swatter, and taught that SHE could use it, her whole perspective on life began to change.
No longer the victim, but instead, The Victor.
No gnat, spider, moth, or cricket escape her vigilant eyes. She patrols daily, repeatedly, ready to defend her home from invaders.
And should this huntress decide to go on break, and hang her weapon of choice up, she knows right where to find it should she unexpectedly encounter the enemy! She races, fleet-footed, snatches the weapon and returns to do battle.
If her enemy is too high for her to reach, this mighty huntress drags over a chair and climbs rapidly, propelling herself upward to higher heights. Failing that, she calls in reinforcements with an urgent clarion call that brings us running to hold her up in our arms!
Yes, Katya is a mighty huntress.
We joke that she would make a good wife someday for an exterminator. She would certainly understand her husband's passion for his line of work!
I love watching this change in my daughter.