You know those lists where this that or the other thing is presented, and some poor city or county gets zinged for the most something-or-other that’s not particularly nice? We get that here, from time to time. Teen pregnancies, air pollution, GOP voter registration, etc. Well, I think we should add “super fly capital” to that list. Quite possibly due to the (approximately) 250 or so dairies we have in our agricultural wonderland, we’ve bred our own super fly.
Super fly? Yeah, super fly. With the wonderful weather we’ve had the past few days, I made the mistake of leaving the front door open in order to enjoy fall in all it’s glory. Turns out that was a bad idea, since I don’t have a screen door. (which would seem to defeat the whole idea of open to the outside, but anyway…) It appears several Musca domestica decided to buzz in and visit. I can’t get them to leave.
I’m also being out maneuvered by the little buggers. No matter how quick I am, or how sneaky, I’m not having much luck in my noble quest to rid my home of the pesky critters. They seem to have some super-natural ability to spot the newspaper on it’s speeding course to their destruction, and they simply are suddenly someplace else. I could swear I hear tiny little laughs, too.
It’s bad enough having them loitering around inside the house, but they seem to find me particularly interesting. Especially when I’m trying to sleep. They’ve got the entire house to play in, and they want to land on my nose?? Really? I’m sorry, that’s just not acceptable.
I may have to break down and buy a no-pest strip. Victory in the insect battles through modern chemical warfare. (and a new screen door) You’ve been warned, Super Fly Musca domestica.