At the end of the day, fruit flies are a tiny, humbling lesson in impermanence. No matter how much you clean, life finds a way to decompose and regenerate. They’re not a sign of failure; they’re a sign that you own food, which is a privilege.
So next time you see one circling your banana, take a breath. Make a trap, wash your dishes, and remember: even chaos has rhythm. You’re just hosting a very short, very smelly party you never planned. And eventually, the last guest will leave.