As I am having my morning coffee at Marko’s, a large fly lands on my left knee and starts rubbing its hind legs. After a while, it starts rubbing its front legs and head. Just to see whether I could swat it, which is not an easy feat, I come ever closer to it with my left hand. Seeing the looming threat, the fly crouches a bit in preparation for takeoff. When I strike at last, I see the fly’s crumpled body tumble to the ground. And I am overcome with remorse at once. I am testing my prowess by slaying a creature that is doing me no harm whatsoever! The best I can do under the circumstances is to confess my wrongdoing. And in writing.