This is Ezekiel the Fly. Yes, he is a huge plastic fly. And, yes, there is a smaller (also plastic) one next to him. Ezekiel was given to me by Mr. Willig (my physical science teacher, chemistry teacher, physics teacher, tennis coach, family friend- hey. It was Grangeville, okay?) as a graduation gift. It was his, but I formed an unhealthy attachment to it over the course of my senior year in high school. I would carry him around school, to tennis practice, around the school grounds, etc. He had no name at this point. One day, Mr. Willig just said, "Why don't you keep that." He was named Ezekiel after the biblical UFO reference (ever hear the song 'Ezekiel Saw the Wheel'?) while Anson and I were sitting in my car at the Lion's Park in Grangeville bored out of our minds. I also signed my organ donor card that day. Same place. Hm. I'd forgotten about that. Yeah, we were really reaching for something to do.
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