The Tale of Clyde and Ruth

Three months ago we were having a problem with flies in the dining hall. We brought a flyswatter to dinner and I managed to dispatch two of them to an early demise in fairly short order.

Their mangled corpses adorned the windowsill next to our table.

They continued to provide a festive air to our meals thereafter, so I mentioned this during the community update meeting a week ago.

Thinking that a word to the wise would be sufficient, and wanting to make light of the situation, I joked that I had named the flies that I had thus assassinated “Ruth” and “Clyde.”

“I think we should be RUTHless in our approach to this situation,” I joked, ha ha.

“And Clyde-less, too,” one staff member grinned, obviously catching on to my pun.

But still nothing was done.

Today I fashioned little signs to commemorate Ruth and Clyde’s deaths, and put them next to the poor little darlings.

Let’s see how long it takes anyone to notice.