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Waiter, There's a fly in my soup!
To set the context of this scene I must explain that I've been having minor cold issues over the past week, leading to a sore throat in the morning. To alleviate this I have taken to drinking rosehip soup first thing before work.
So I settled down to my hot cup of soup this morning whilst watching Bones. However the soup was too hot and I was forced to find a bottle to take the soup with me to work. Upon entering the kitchen I hastily decided not to dig into the pile of washing up to use the one I had earlier, instead taking the bottle on the side (basically the washed bottles twin).
So I removed the lid poured the soup in and watched as a winged insect rose to the surface. Now I am many things but squeamish about drinking fly soup, I am not. So I fished the insect out with a spoon. Now during this process my brain informed me that this insect had probably been in the bottle not my cup which made me pause as I screwed the lid on. Now I'm a rational kind of person but I also watch a lot of Crime analysis programs so my mind started to process the information presented me in a very descriptive way.
The insect is not a dried out husk so could have just entered the bottle recently. Mind you the hydrated look could be because I just tipped roughly 500ml of heated soup on top of it. However the question then remains asa to what the insect was doing on the inside of this bottle. Instinct says that it could just have fallen in and not been able to navigate out of the plastic container. Another hypothesis could be that it was a female insect trying to find a place to lay its eggs, which could still be in the bottle...
Oh Damn it! >.< stupid brain, stupid. Now I can't drink the soup. The imagery is too horrific. *Grumble*
So soup down the drain with the insect and me off to work with a sore throat that was slightly soothed by the warm tea I managed to make before attaching myself to my phone.
So I settled down to my hot cup of soup this morning whilst watching Bones. However the soup was too hot and I was forced to find a bottle to take the soup with me to work. Upon entering the kitchen I hastily decided not to dig into the pile of washing up to use the one I had earlier, instead taking the bottle on the side (basically the washed bottles twin).
So I removed the lid poured the soup in and watched as a winged insect rose to the surface. Now I am many things but squeamish about drinking fly soup, I am not. So I fished the insect out with a spoon. Now during this process my brain informed me that this insect had probably been in the bottle not my cup which made me pause as I screwed the lid on. Now I'm a rational kind of person but I also watch a lot of Crime analysis programs so my mind started to process the information presented me in a very descriptive way.
The insect is not a dried out husk so could have just entered the bottle recently. Mind you the hydrated look could be because I just tipped roughly 500ml of heated soup on top of it. However the question then remains asa to what the insect was doing on the inside of this bottle. Instinct says that it could just have fallen in and not been able to navigate out of the plastic container. Another hypothesis could be that it was a female insect trying to find a place to lay its eggs, which could still be in the bottle...
Oh Damn it! >.< stupid brain, stupid. Now I can't drink the soup. The imagery is too horrific. *Grumble*
So soup down the drain with the insect and me off to work with a sore throat that was slightly soothed by the warm tea I managed to make before attaching myself to my phone.