Brad kept banging himself silly against the smooth glass. Finally, he knocked himself almost senseless, and was forced to rest on the soft bath towel.
“Sal! Let me out!" Brad buzzed again, drawing his brother’s attention, for good or for ill.
The curved glass walls distorted Sal’s looming face. Brad stared up at the forest of dark hair that spread over his sibling’s face like a thick, dense carpet.
“Papi’s gonna be thrilled I caught you,” Sal said and raised up to his full height. He made what, to Brad’s mind, was an unforgivable adjustment to his crotch, distracting him, before he turned on the faucet, washed his hands and headed out of the bathroom.
“Don’t go!” Brad buzzed, no more effectively than previously. “Come back!”
On the way out, Sal almost ran into their father, who had been on his way inside the bathroom.
Without even turning for a last glance, Sal gestured with his hand in the direction of the sink. “Trapped that bug for you, Papa.”
“Sal! No!” Brad buzzed in horror.
“¿Es una broma?” Jim asked with an uncertain chuckle.
“I’m serious,” Sal said. “It is over there under the glass, but could you take care of it quickly? I want to get home.”
“Sólo tomará un momento,” Jim said confidently.
Meanwhile, his eldest son, trapped under a glass and trapped in the body of a housefly, listened with existential dread.
Of course, Jim wasn’t stupid, and knew that lifting the glass would let the fly zip off in an instant. He looked around the room for something to prevent that possibility and seal the pest’s doom.