The other night, I was downstairs in my kitchen, getting a drink of water, when I noticed a small fly in the corner of the window over the sink. I usually don’t like flies in my house; my “deal” with them has always been, “If you remain outside, you live, but inside… well, that’s another story.” Frankly, I was too tired to bother and figured this little fellow’s life usually isn’t that long, so I’d give him a reprieve, and I went to…