What better joy is there to make a trap for fruit flies involving a jar, a paper funnel and some tape with a piece of banana soaked in vinegar as bait, leaving for work, and then coming home to find all of those disgusting little fuckers trapped inside the jar, drunk on banana but repentant and trying to get out. Ha! Now I can leave cut-up food on the counter and go to the other room to get something without imagining your filthy little bug feet all over it.
I attribute my slightly sadistic feelings regarding the bugs in question here to a science experiment in grade seven in which we put tiny translucent bugs called daphnes under the microscope and dropped more and more eyedrops of caffeine on them under their little hearts beat so fast that they died. I have never met or heard of anyone called Daphne without thinking of this experiment.
Okay, maybe the joy of having tiny trick-or-treaters knock at your door wearing costumes full of fake bulging muscles competes with the joy of the fruit fly trap. Especially when you ask them what they are dressed up as and they say something so softly and mumbly you can't even tell if it's english or spanish.
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Mister Shuto sez: "Bunsen burners aren't cool...they're very hot!"
i admit to you now that my lab partner and i did not ever finish making that bug sucker thing with the glass tubes. but that doesn't mean we weren't terrified by mr. shuto's amazingly complete samurai outfit on halloween.
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