Lately Roommate and I have been at war with fruit flies. We really don't have any idea where they came from or, more importantly, how to get rid of them. Roommate had the idea of leaving our garbage cans outside on the porch, so that's where they've been for a few days now. It only helped the fruit fly problem a little but it's offered plenty of interesting new experiences in itself. For starters, not having a garbage can in the kitchen is actually kind of nice. I guess not seeing garbage gives the illusion of tidiness, as laughable as it might really be. And the process of walking out to the porch to drop off every dirty paper towel or an empty bottle is a chance to be alone with one's thoughts; to, walking through the house with garbage in one or both hands, reach a state of zen-like calm. It's like Refuse Buddhism. I could totally market this.