The window at the booth of the Taco Bell we sat at was covered with tiny flies. Flies so tiny that my friend confused them for gnats. But, no doubt, they were flies. Tiny flies. And I had never seen tiny flies before.

Their nest must have been close by. Because I killed three in one swipe of my napkin, and the general window-covering population wasn’t affected a bit.

I’m just trying to say, that I’m happy I saw some tiny flies.