I spent most of my Saturday - at least it seems that way - hunting fruit flies. We bought fruit from Atlantic Superstore and used it right away, but we've been left with a rapidly expanding population of these tiny beasts.
Normally I don't kill anything (excepting mosquitoes or other blood sucking bastards!), but this is war. I have already learned much more than I need to know about the drosophila melanogaster. They live about one month, which, judging by the rate of reproduction since yesterday, is potentially a lot of fruit flies.
War takes its tole on both sides though. The enemy must invade your mind to be successful (I'm thinking I should have read that free public domain copy of The Art of War that's on my Kobo) and you have to learn to think like your enemy to be victorious.
I firmly believe that both sides lose. With each death I cause I lose something inside of me. It matters not what I kill or am responsible for killing. I try to limit that weight as much as I am able.
No matter how fleeting or seemingly insignificant the life of the fruit fly - or anything else - is, they want to survive, just like us. Perhaps, after this life, their spirit will move on to some other being, maybe even human (I know plenty of humans that don't appear far removed from a fruit fly). We may too. Still, we all try to hang onto the present because of that fear of the unknown. The future just may turn out to be better than we imagine in our thoughts rooted in fear, anxiety and uncertainty.