We seem to have a fruit fly infestation in our apartment.
My husband tried to clap his hands to squish one, but missed.
I told him "You need your chopsticks, Mr. Miagi." (A Karate Kid reference).
He looks at me pointedly and says "These are FRUIT FLIES!"
"TOOTHPICKS, then!" I exclaimed, then laughed myself silly for five straight minutes. :)
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