Little Fly

We had no idea when this fly got into our house. We tried to catch it with our mosquito-killing racket, but our swinging skills couldn't keep up with its speed. We tried opening the windows, hoping it just felt trapped and wanted a natural way out, but it chose to stay. 

We assumed it was insisting on being our pet. Or perhaps it was a reincarnated ancestor trying to give us winning lotto numbers. Or perhaps it was simply looking for a shelter from Japan's scorching summer heat. And so we gave it a name. Lanelle. Hmm, Langdo sounds more Filipino. Finally, we settled with Danilo Langaw Guillano. 

This evening, out of nowhere, this tiny creature appeared on a puddle of water in the kitchen sink as I was doing the dishes. I figured he might want to swim, so I added more water. Then, I poured in a bit more, imagining he'd enjoy the sight of stunning seabed corals. Finally, I added even more water, hoping he might encounter Ursula and hear Ariel’s voice.

Unfortunately, it drowned, perhaps because of its incapability. Or my intention, perhaps hallucination. Regardless, there's no way I could do CPR. 

Bye little fly. Hope you find peace and swimming lessons in langawland.