Die, Fruit Fly, Die!
Sometime around midnight, Kate and I were sitting on her bed talking about how poorly she treats her Build-A-Bear (At night, since it isn’t “soft enough”… she chucks it off her bed. She also enjoys bashing it in the face with her drumsticks.) and suddenly this little fruit fly decided to fly around in circles in the air between us. Eventually, it landed on the wall, just above her bed. She looked at it, a somewhat playful grin crept onto her face, and she said, “I don’t think it deserves to live…” So I picked up one of the drumsticks that Kate had been previously using to assault her Build-A-Bear, and with a motion not unlike that used to break at the opening of a game of pool, I ended the life of the fruit fly. We were unable to completely remove its remains from the wall.
