Fly no more

The arrival of spring also brings with it various insectae, awakening from their winter's sleep. The girl was irritated by a fly buzzing on the window at dinner tonight. She smacked it with a newspaper and it fell to the ground. I asked her to dispose of the fly. As she inspected her handy work, she said, "Well, it's not dead, but his flying days are over." I kind of feel sorry for her future boyfriends.