There is something sublimely happy with seeing little flies stuck in this gnat trap I setup. It smells a little bit like fruits, so they fly inside and get stuck. Must be a dozen in there now. I made the big one flinch. Started buzzing like a terrified child. A slowly starving, terrified child. I don’t know where they came from or what brought them into my kitchen, but I am become death. Destroyer of flies.