this diary is now a scratch pad so I can potentially plagiarize myself years down the roadI’d just informed my best friend that I will be dressing up for Halloween, and I will be costumed as a fly. She looked apprehensive. “I know you have some sort of sympathy for them,” she began, horrified. Maybe that’s true. Maybe I not-so-secretly love a pest. But she was referring to September, when the whole family had been chasing after a little fly in the kitchen. “Oh,” I’d said unhappily, walking in on the scene. Then I’d explained that, when I’d been whipping...