I loved the part about the fly in your coffee. I wonder what would I have done? Providing I'd have tweazers...I'd pull it out, raise my hand high in the air and look at it intently for a while, deciding what breed of fly it is, and how common it is for the current zoological environment.

Than I would quckly extend my long lizzard tongue and eat it.

Just kidding. I don't eat flies during the day.