So I went to take my last sip of coffee before brushing my teeth when I noticed a fly in my brew.
How long was he there?
Had I been slurping my coffee while BrundleFly was doing laps?
I looked back in the cup. I looked at the fly.
I took my last sip.
And then poured the rest down the drain.
Luckily that fly can swim.
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"Waiter! What's this fly doing in my coffee?!"
"The back-stroke."
I've been known to rescue fruit flies from my wine glasses.
I am very Takei about killing anything.
I probably need help.
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