contemplating life and death as a fruit fly

Leap of faith = fruit fly in my compost bucket

I scraped the discarded remains of my lunch into the compost bin today, turning my head in the usual way as to avoid swallowing any fruit flies. I used to think these flies were crazy for waiting for the lid to open so that they could get inside. What a leap of faith...

Hmm, I guess if I was a fruit fly I would dream of getting inside a compost bucket. The warm, aromatic remains of fruit peels and vegetable skins would be irresistible. Sweet molting compost would lure me in and the plastic bucket lid would seal me in. Feasting on a heap of orgasmic organics I wonder how long it would take for me to realize that I was trapped? I wonder if I would relax into the sense that this was the best way to die...