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Poor Yoshi has had not had real food in weeks. I bet it sucks to have to live on soup, jello, yogurt, and popsicles for close to a month.

Last night, Yoshi was really hungry and craved “pizza or Chinese food” and despite my offer(s) to make something not greasy for dinner, I caved and went out to bring back some Chinese take-out for dinner.

When I walked through the door, I must have let a giant fly into the house, because it kept buzzing and buzzing around us and the food while we were eating.

After Yoshi left the room, I was determined to get rid of the fly. We don’t have a flyswatter in our house, so I decided I’d try to catch the fly so I wouldn’t have to ruin a perfectly good magazine and smash fly guts on an appliance or worse yet, have to touch (ew!) the fly with my bare hands.

Believe it or not, I managed to catch the fly in a plastic bag. I can’t tell you how I did this, but I will say that there was some fly hypnotizing going on. And in 15 minutes, I had a fly trapped in a plastic bag & I tied it shut. (And shook the bag a lot little to make sure it was definitely in there.)

The problem with plan was that I didn’t think through what I’d do with the fly after I caught it.

Seriously, what do you with a pissed off fly? One that was buzzing furiously & already busy plotting an angry attack on me in my sleep? I thought about letting it out outside, but then I would have to go out into the cold backyard & risk the chance that the fly had already signalled his fly brothas telepathically and that I would be jumped by a gang of irritated winged insects.

So I did the obvious & put the sealed bag of air (+ 1 really livid fly) into the garbage.

I doomed the thing to suffocate in our garbage can.

I felt really guilty for being so evil & Yoshi had to reassure me that it was “just a fly” and that “there are billions and billions” of them in the world.

Except it only made me wonder if I was going to be the target of some worldwide fly vendetta.