Shoo Fly, Don't Bother Me

Having all of those wonderful slowly decomposing strawberries around meant a plethora of fruit flies. Madre Dos had a little set up at her house I copied to catch them.

1 piece of rotting fruit or peelings
1 jar
1 piece of plastic wrap with tiny holes in it
a dash of balsamic vinegar (presumably to make the smell go farther

I just didn't know what to do with the flies after catching them. I decided to let their rudimentary democracy succumb to the inevitable brutality of adolescence and human nature, dictated by the possession of a conch shell.

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