Last night there was a fly buzzing around in my bedroom. Einstein was on the floor next my bed and I was sitting up with a magazine ready to swat that stupid fly. The fly would buzz around the light, the drapes, then down towards Einstein. He would try to catch it in his mouth. It was hilarious. He made this loud smacking sound every time he did it. It was like we were on a stake-out together. I would swat at it and then Einstein would put his head down, like "well looks like you got him!" then the fly would recover and start buzzing again. So he'd sit up and wait for a chance to bite at it again.
What a sweet fly-catcher!