Two years work wasted, I have been breeding those flies for all that time and I've got nothing out of it.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I don't know why I ever come in here. The flies get the best of everything.
My first summer in college I worked in a fruit fly lab where I had two jobs: dissect the fruit fly larvae brains and incinerate the old tubes of flies.
Life forms illogical patterns. It is haphazard and full of beauties which I try to catch as they fly by, for who knows whether any of them will ever return?
I'm not a great flyer. It's ironic, since I'm in showbiz and have to fly at least twice a week. I try to sleep and blot it out.
When I was young I used to smother myself with olive oil mixed with a dash of vinegar to keep the flies away and lay in the sunshine for hours on end. But we knew no better then. Now we know how stupid that was.
I rarely fly, for environmental reasons more than anything else.
Although finding fruit flies in your wine or beer can be a bit annoying, I hope people will pause to admire the tenacity of these clever little creatures. They are really just hungry animals looking for something to eat, and have no intention of ruining your happy hour.
Money just draws flies.
She defaced my fly. And I've never been the same since.
I immediately loved working with flies. They fascinated me and followed me around in my dreams.