you are a toad.

you sit, trying to seduce flies to land on your tongue by drinking mouthfuls of sweet syrup all day. no flies ever come, however you have become fond of the syrup in the meantime. it isn't as filling, but you can imagine a life of sipping sweet syrup from tree branches all day, and forgoing the toad lifestyle altogether.

but when you go home at night, your stomach growls, yearning for the taste of solid food. you have dreams of flies landing in puddles of syrup and becoming encased. you try to leap upon the fly in the syrup but it has become hard like amber, and upon your impact it shatters, reducing the flies to dust.

what do you do?