Words are weird.
That darn fly. He likes to die in my martini, too.
You do know that it probably doesn't die until it gets into the tea, right? It wants to drink your tea and drowns.
Obviously the fly just has to be that way. It's in his nature.
We always seem to have three or four of the bloody things swarming us. I don't know how many have committed suicide diving into my can of soda.
I thought the fly drowned in the tea. At least, that's how I thought that gnat ended up in my scrambled eggs.
At least he didn't die in the pitcher.
This is why my cups always have lids on them. I've actually seen a fly in a bottle of water here at home once. It scarred me for life!
Please validate me.