the insect community hates me.
last night, a housefly thought the idea of life too unbearable and committed suicide in my soup.
this afternoon, a fly decided swimming was its new lifelong passion and tried it out in my drink.
two seconds ago, a mosquito (with striped legs, no less) decided that it wanted to have a change of diet and plunged into my bolognese.
life's great!
love you all too.