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Dear fruit flies:
Go. Just go. Go now. There is nothing here for you, and yet the two of you remain. Perched on the cupboard doors. Flitting around my head. Go. Away.
I could put out a bowl of vinegar to catch you, but I really don’t want to do that. Just take your weird overlarge bug eyes and flap back out the kitchen window you came in through. Find someone else to torment, in some other kitchen. I put the fruit bowl in the fridge hours ago. There is nothing left for you to eat.
Please. Seriously. Get lost.
Heart,
Me
Oh I HATE fruit flies. And why am I the only one to notice them/try to get rid of them (i.e., take out the compost). I hope they are GONE. Sometimes I feel like our house is a critter/creature hang out. Fruit flies. Ants. Mice. GAH!
Are you familiar with those Asian lady beetles that aren’t nearly as adorable as a regular ladybug? I am. They eat aphids from soybeans (they say). I live in the “soybean capital” of WI. When the beans are harvested, the beetles look for nice, cozy my house to snuggle in for a long winter’s night. “Vrooom,” goes the vacuum.
I relate all too well. When you start waving the fly-paper around like a mad woman, trying to nab them one after the other, you know they’ve gotten the best of your sanity.
‘Tis the season of festering fruit flies.
Ack! At least I’m not the only buggy one.
Last year we had some weird fly infestation out of nowhere. I am thinking now I should go put the bananas in the fridge, because I all of a sudden think they’ll magically come back since I remembered them.
No, you are not the only one! My Facebook update tonite was about those darn pesky pests. I know, FB, so NOT important. Point is, there is a cup of vinegar covered with saran wrap on the kitchen counter. Teeny tiny little holes poked in the top. And every 30 minutes or so I walk by to see how many we’ve sunk. Sick mommy…but killing them off one by one is gratifying!
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