So I'm here at work during my most hated part of the day, prepping pasta. As I'm doing this dreaded task, I look down at one of the alfredos and notice a fly. It can't fly out due to the thick sauce weighing it down and keeping it in place. I reach down an pluck the fly out by the tip of it's wings. Normally in this situation I would kill this pest, as almost anyone in my shoes would have done. I wouldn't pick it's wings off, Ive never been fond of torture for any living thing. Except when I was around 4 years old. But come on, I could hardly wipe my own ass properly. How was I supposed to know ripping a toad in half with a stick wasn't the kindest thing to do? Anyway..I'm getting off track. So, I had this fly in my hands. I could've easily crushed it, yet as I watched it try to escape my hold I couldn't bring myself to harm it. Afterall, what did this little fly do wrong besides land in the pasta that some obese lady is going to eat? I walked outside with the fly and let it go, strangely enough this fly didn't fly away like I thought. It hung around me, not the annoying bumping into your face every 2 seconds hanging around, but just chilled and wasn't afraid of me. Eventually it began to frantically fly around such as flies do and I went on about my day.