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Fading fast after a stressful day the glowing yellow numbers on my bedside clock read 1:35am as I reached for a sip of water before turning out my bronze bedside fairy light. For the second time in my life I realized there was something extra in my water. And it was in my mouth! I heaved my tired body to a sitting position and quickly spit the water back into my bedside glass. OMG! There in my glass was that damn fly! That just a few minutes prior had been in my mouth! That Jerry and I had been trying to exterminate all night long. The fly that I had flicked off the bed and then tried to find where it had gone because Jerry had said, “it might just be dazed you know”. ewww…. Guess it had landed in my bedside water glass. Since I’d already been internally contaminated I reached in with my finger to pluck the little pest out and trash him. As soon as I touched the fly it started climbing up my finger. More disgusting thoughts went through my head as I realized he had been ALIVE when he was in my mouth. With the hate of a paid assassin I took the TV remote and squashed the living hell out of him and then picked up the pieces with a Kleenex, climbing wearily out of bed to finally, once and for all, put this sucker to rest. In the trash. The end.