A myriad of tiny flies have appeared in my house a week or two ago. In the evening, they all gather under the lamp above the dining table. Actually, they all gather around my wine glass, which is always within my reach. Judging from their behavior, these must be wine flies that hatched in my cellar close to the two wine barrels. So as to protect my glass, I started by covering it with anything at hand—cigar boxes, small bowls, or pieces of paper. Still, one or two insects could often be found floating in the wine. At long last, I lit upon a different policy: I let them drown in numbers. All I have to do is fetch the tiny cadavers with the tip of my index finger before taking another sip. If I am not mistaken, the invasion has been slackening since the change in policy. But the tips of my index fingers are suspiciously red by now. The wine-fly monster!