The Fly Swatter

This is in slow motion...

Imagine that you are a fly. You have no longer than a month to live and you search constantly for water or moisture of some kind to lay eggs.

This is your only act of creation.

So you rest yourself by a drop of water on a counter top, in a kitchen. You are checking it out to see if it is a safe place to drop eggs. It doesn't meet your conditions that you know will sustain life for your kind.

Your search continues...incessantly.

But before you take off again on your quest for just the right medium, you pause.

This is fatal.

Quickly a massive shadow envelopes you and you see yourself being overcome by a large green plastic mass full of holes.

You don't think about it because you act only on instinct and nothing else. It is a life threatening emergency and you jump off the back two pair of legs and prepare your wings again to carry you on your journey; you are airborne at this point.

In that very instant, you are slammed down with a fatal force as the last thing your 1000s of eyes see is the kitchen counter top approaching you rapidly. Even in slow motion.

Then you are eviscerated and the process of evaporation immediately begins in the desert air.