That's right. I killed a fruit fly. On my desk. With a colleague's business card.
I actually thought about it first, it had flipped on it's back and was struggling for a second, so I had to work quickly. "Do I get this thing by smashing it, or do I let it survive and annoy me?" I asked myself.
I chose murder.
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Squashing or swatting flies is no fun. You've got to catch them in your hand (not as difficult as you might think -- they are after all flies, with brains the size of...) then place them underneath an upside down glass so the suffer an appropriate death for a critter that lands on piles of animal feces then transfers the germs from said poo to our hamburgers and hot dogs.
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