Especially when they keep flying in my face. Or ears. Or anywhere near me, really, which they are doing a lot because... Steve isn't here today? A new nest hatched? I dunno.
But I squish 'em when I catch 'em.
"The true criterion of the practical, therefore, is not whether the latter can keep intact the wrong or foolish; rather is it whether the scheme has vitality enough to leave the stagnant waters of the old, and build, as well as sustain, new life." -- Emma Goldman
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aw, they just like you is all
So, we decided that they're fruit flies, and therefore Steve is the biggest fruit in the house, followed closely by me and then all the lemons, pineapple, etc.
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