Story #97

The ants were just about the chow down on the housefly they had captured when they noticed them. Hundreds of thousands of bacteria, all over the fly's body. "Are you sick," asked one of the ants. "Yes," replied the fly, "Sick of being bombarded day and night by these germs. They're pests and I don't want to deal with them anymore. Please, kill me." And the fly vomited. The ants lost their appetite and walked back to their nest in silence. The fly let out a slow chuckle and went off in search of some flesh to dissolve and consume.