Well, well, well. What have we here? A little fruit fly in my glass of wine.
No, friend, don't struggle, it will simply exhaust you. I wouldn't want to hasten your inevitable demise. Please, relax.

Do you mind if I smoke?

Now, I hope it isn't too bold to point out, but I personally find this current predicament to be a bit ironic. Lord knows I've nearly drowned myself in wine before, so I'm not one to judge. But you are literally drowning in that which you could not steal. I bet it was fun for a moment or two, right? I bet you couldn't believe your luck. Ah, to be surrounded by the sweet, tart, velvety red ocean of luxury! You drank it in with wild abandon, feeling your tiny abdomen fill up with the happy quaff. After a moment or
two, though, you realized that you would never exit this glass. That you were STUCK.

Well, we're both stuck, really.
 
I'm sure the situation at hand isn't all too pleasant for you, but suffice it to say I'm not too happy either. I would even say I'm miffed. You see, I bought this wine. I chose it with care and carried it home, cradled it like a child in my arms. I lovingly liberated it from its cork, letting it breathe in the sweet air of my kitchen. "Welcome home," I thought, smiling softly to myself. "You're safe now." The first taste was...to describe it would be to cheapen it. Succinctly put, it was perfect. The next few sips were pure bliss.
 
Then, tragedy struck for both of us. And here we are at present.

It's an unhappy choice for me to make...So I leave it up to you, dear readers. Should I abandon the rest of this fantastic glass of wine down the drain, or do I pick the tiny thief out and continue drinking a contaminated slice of heaven?

What should I do? Lives hang in the balance.

Rebel Red