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in and she looked
up, but he walked to the counter and said hi to the cook.
I was about to say *why don't you* when a parade of rape statistics
marched merrily
through my brain. "It's dangerous," I mumbled lamely.
She shook her head. "That's not it."
I waited for why.
"There's . . . another reason."
I kept my face impassive. She waited a second or two and then stood and
walked
around her tables. I was a little disappointed. Maybe if I had arched my
eyebrow in playful
curiosity, I would have gotten an answer. Maybe she wanted to tell me, but
needed that extra
prompt.
Then again, it might have been better to keep it casual. I didn't want
to get involved in
her life too quickly, after all.
Which, of course, was utter bullshit.

There's nothing worse than seeing a fly bang itself against a wall again
and again. You
just *know* that something's gone horribly wrong in its little fly brain, all
ten cells of it. I always
wonder what drove it crazy -- a strangely shaped room, bad air, the longing
for fly companions
in a human-infested house. That last one I could have helped it with, I
suppose. But who's to
say that it was loneliness it suffered from?
I imagined that like a simple machine, the rubber band of its mind had
snapped, but
something kept spinning regardless.
I sat in my huge armchair and debated throwing the bug out the window
(where it would
surely freeze), or out the door (where it would annoy my roommates), or out of
this astral plane
(which would require vigorous and violent physical action).
I did nothing. I have a special rapport with bugs, even the crazy ones.
I went back to
my studying. I was reading about pheromones. They're easily some of my
favourite things from
the insect world. I was discovering that these smelly molecular messengers can
communicate
something as complex as "The queen bee is in the hive and all is well" -- when
there was a
knock on the door.
"The queen bee is in the hive and all is well," I called out, and Phil
came in. He had a
little smile on his face and he walked over to the window and looked out.
"Mind if I read in here?" Phil asked after a moment of watching the