This is a picture of a plumped (soaked in warm water) raisin on the counter top in my kitchen.  I am trying to reconstruct the scene of a – well, not a crime, exactly – more of a mystery.

Is it possible that,  at 6:15 this morning (time approximate – it was still dark out and  I was day dreaming),  while making my usual  smoothie with milk and pineapple and yogurt and blueberries and plumped raisins,  that I picked up what I thought was a fallen raisin on the counter, popped it in my mouth,  chewed and swallowed;   is it possible  that it was not a raisin, that it was  a fly?!?!   I do have a fly now and then come in and spend the night out of the chill.  It would have been soft and warm, sitting on the counter, minding its own business, waiting for me to open the kitchen door to greet the day and check the weather and let it out.  It might have been in a drowsy state and failed to react to my unexpected ingestion until it was too late to protest.

That is why I plumped up another raisin, put it on the counter and got ready to seriously consider the situation in the sensible light of day in a re-enactment.  I squinted my eyes,  let my mind drift,  picked up the raisin,  put it  into my mouth, chewed and swallowed.  Thoughtfully.

I am now almost sure it was simply a raisin I ate and no fly was harmed in my  bemused morning  state.  I am sure I would have noticed if a raisin had wings.