By: Kelly Chia, Editor-in-Chief and Enemy of the Flies I’m just an ordinary gal with an ordinary dream: to punch every fly I meet in the face. I admit this dream has no rhyme or reason, much like a fly’s existence. No, I am not being dramatic. Just imagine your perfect summer: delicious sunsets spent on boardwalks, lapping at cheap ice cream. Now imagine the fly: a creature that has made a career of providing the worst ASMR as it gets into your personal space, then headfirst into a pile of garbage. Absolutely horrifying. No, I will not provide any…
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