We have flies.
Not a few flies but clusters of flies. Fly battalions. Fly platoons. Fly divisions. With another flight of flies waiting in the wings to take their place.
At the first sign of a warm, sunny day their numbers blossom to staggering and annoying numbers. Window sills fill, they kamakazee into coffee cups, jam themselves into light fixtures, and die. They die everywhere. Mid-flight myocardial infarctions, flourescent fixture fizzle, and dog dish demise. Parked on the ceiling they die and magically remain hanging.
Mom's house has flies. It is a log cabin and flies just love log cabins. It is from her that I learned how to eradicate great masses of flies. Dustbuster. A couple of minutes brandishing a dustbuster will clear dozens of flies, alive or dead. Toss the lot outside and hopefully they'll freeze or die of boredom. Usually we empty it outside and head back in to catch another batch.
Rather than flying away screaming in horror the flies seem to enjoy it, even crowding each other to get sucked up first. I'm starting to suspect that this isn't helping to get rid of them. Most likely it's the fly equivalent of Magic Mountain Fun Ride.
Bzzz, buzz, bzzz...yeeee...haaawww!*PHOOOOMP*
After being tossed out they probably line up to get back in. Only a week to live, gotta catch that crazy ride just one more time.
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