Wednesday, August 5, 2009

A letter to the last fruit fly in my kitchen,

Your death is imminent. The fact that you came in here to eat my fruit and make it spoil, is disgusting. I don't care that scientists are blessed to have fruit flies as subject. You are the scum of the earth and I hate you. Don't even think of touching my coconut. That was a two dollar Whole Foods coconut. No I don't know why I bought it, either, but it definitely doesn't mean you can lay your eggs in it. You bastard. Why are you so hard to kill?

Sincerely,
David