Now I just need to try it with chop-sticks.
There was a fly buzzing around the office I’m working at today. We had a understanding, the fly and myself. He could buzz around as much as he wanted and I wouldn’t get in the way, if he promised not to touch me. He broke the deal by trying to see if my ear would be a good substitute as a home for him. So when I saw this contract violating insect pause for a moment on the table, I half heartedly flung a shoe at him promptly killing him.
My first impression was that this was the saddest day ever for all of flydom. Not only had I killed a fly, but had done so without really trying. Here was an example of survival of the fittest in action, and that fly hadn’t been fittest.
I’m going to personally decide to change that thought. I like the idea that I’ve evolved into a more fit fly executioner than all previous humans.