The Fly

Something horrible just happened.

I was in the kitchen at work and about to put my brunch in the microwave. There are three bays of microwave ovens which are placed side by side. I reached out for the first oven, opened the door and then whoosh!! A fly flew in. My reflex-mechanism made me slam the door shut and then I quickly re-opened it again to let the fly out but it had disappeared.

I looked inside and then I waited for the said fly to make an exit but I waited in vain. It didn't want to reappear. I don't like insects and will gladly stomp a spider and beat a moth to death, but on this occasion, I wanted to save a life. I needed some good Karma in my life because I've been up to no good lately and feel that I owe the universe something good. Also, I didn't want to be responsible for:

(1) Cooking a fly (seriously... how sick is that?); and

(2) Someone else coming along and finding fly guts at the bottom of the microwave oven!

My impatient personality made me use the other available oven but I still kept the other microwave door open for the fly to find its way out but it didn't.

I then got my microwave meal out of the fly-less oven and shut the door of the oven with the fly and walked away. I mean, if it didn't want to come out, who am I to try to force the issue?

I walked away but something inside me felt guilty so I returned immediately and with pen and paper, I left a note on the microwave oven door that a fly was trapped inside.

I'm serious about this Karma situation, I just couldn't live with the death of a fly in a microwave oven on my conscience. So hopefully, whoever comes along to use the microwave oven with the fly inside will read my note and not eat their food with unexpected grains of what they imagine to be black pepper when what their food entails is fly fragments.

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