Starving Romantics

Okay, so it’s one of those things that keeps me up at night: Ever since I moved to Europe, I noticed that the bugs seem, well… smarter. I know this is the sort of statement that can get a person in trouble. I want to make it very clear that I’m not being judgmental here. I don’t want to be quoted out of context and end up media fodder. All I’m saying is that the bugs seem to be more aware. Flies wander in to the apartment, have a look around, then leave. Back home, Mr. Fly would wander in, then spend the last agonized hours of his life before he starved to death flying formation patterns five feet above the stray sock lying in the middle of the living room. Or, if he was a bit more intelligent, he’d spend those hours ramming his teeny skull against every part of the window (except the open bit) until he bludgeoned himself to death.

This is merely one example. But since it’s 2am, I should probably stop and go to bed.