Anyways, everyone thought the bugger got away, but it did not. All of sudden, O’Dowd made an awkward yelp as he spit something into his hand. What was it? Our little friend who got too close to the action. Which is why we say, “Oh to be a fly on the wall,” and not to be a fly in a water glass. It is certain death.

Therefore, let’s have a moment of silence for our winged friend who was taken from us way too soon. Bye, bye, little guy.