I decided to just go ahead and ingest the fruit fly going forward.
That’s what I would have done. That way, any wine the fly might have drunk wouldn’t be wasted...
Years ago...nay, decades ago...we walked to school. How far was it? A few miles. Junior High was the longest distance. Elementary school wasn’t so bad. I sort of miss those yellow slickers with the matching hood. The front piece was never quite right, so the rain would somehow drip all over the face.
I liked the fastenings of the yellow slickers. They were a latch, not a button or zipper. It felt more secure...being all latched in, with yellow slicker and black rubber boots.
During recess us boys would go down to the lower playground which of course was forbidden on rainy days because the drains always clogged and the water was deep. So our goal was to wade out into the newly formed lake and see how far one could get before the water would crest over the boot and fill the inside...Of course there were several times I would have wet pants and socks for the rest of the day. It was a price to pay for going into the “forbidden” lake. Wew weren’t punished as the wet socks was punishment enough.
“I decided to just go ahead and ingest the fruit fly going forward.”
btw, when i noted this situation to mrs. catnipman, she pointed out that dipping the fruit fly out with a spoon would be the best and most reasonable solution ...
It’s a bit of extra protein, so you’ve got that going for you.
Wiser than wasting some vintage Two Buck Chuck.
Just don’t start singing “September Song” or you’ll have me in tears.
And get your patio enclosed like I did. No more problems with bugs in your food or drink.
Just some added protein. Cheers!