Sweet Revenge on Fruit Flies

For my bio 105 class, I have to capture and incubate virgin female fruit flies so that I can cross red-eyed with white-eyed to see which is the more dominant characteristic (Mendeleevs square shit). I have about 4 people in my bio group 2 of which are slackers. I understand the people here in Humboldt who smoke way too much pot to participate in responsibility, but thats when you get a job at a gas station so you could smoke weed and surf whenever your not working - instead of trying to dig whatever sense you have left from the upheaval of nerve endings your brain has turned into, so that you could become a botanist and create a super-marijuana plant. All that blabber means that I have to cover 5 mornings out of the week and I probably can't count on the rest of the days the flies will be checked on. Alas, I have always excelled in my group projects before by leaving them in the dust and taking credit for everything.

Anyway, these disghusting fruit flies are taking up my life... so whenever I see a fly outside of my bio lab I quickly grab a reciept, shoe, midterm study guide handout (to name a few weapons) and smash the stupid fly to a smithereen (this word of course can only be used in the plural, but I will use the singular which is in the marc-vocab dictionary). "Die Fucking Fly, Die!!!" I scream. Screaming at it makes it seem more worthwhile then to let it fly away to die in one day.

I'm so stressed out that my neck and shoulders are incredibly tense; which is creating a distraction that hacks into my concentration. I can't study for the tests I have this week and the next. In turn that makes stress even that much more grand because I haven't studied. I rub them with my two little hands but that doesn't do much good. My mom suggested that I get a back massager from Target... I suggested she give me some of her muscle relaxers.