As it is day three of watching the fruit flies struggling on fly paper, I decided they join the ranks of several other bug forms who have earned my sympathy and/or rescue efforts: beetles swimming for their lives in the dog bowl; spiders endlessly trekking in circles around a laundry basket; bees losing their battle on a window sill; and ants carrying little white beads of poison to their hungry babies’ nests. You can call me overly sentimental, but then again, that’s why I’m coming back as William and Kate’s great-great-great-grandchild, and you’re all coming back as cockroaches.