I had sucked-down half of it and left it on the table for an hour or two. When I came back, I took a sip and found that there was something solid in my mouth. I thought for a second that maybe I had not swallowed all of my lunch and that's what it was.
Then, I realized I hadn't eaten lunch yet.
Then I panicked.
Then I spat out the invader.
It was a dead fly.
After gagging, I felt sorry for the guy that may have drowned in my drink. Sad little ending to a sad little life. Then I gagged again when I remembered that it was in.... my..... MOUTH! I counted all his legs and wings to make sure nothing was left behind and threw him in the trash.
Fast forward an hour.
I threw away a tissue in the trash and saw movement. I looked closer and realized that it was my
I almost killed him and then it occurred to me what he had just been through.
Being lightly chewed.
Face to face with me.
Squished in a Kleenex.
And then I decided that Jonah (I guess that makes me a whale??) had earned his life.
He lives on.