Wednesday, March 30, 2011
OUT DAMN FLY!
Tis the season of utter confusion regarding bug eradication. A few days of warmth brought the flies inside. We had a reprieve when the weather cooled again but somehow this last time the flies decided to hang around. We cannot use high powered sprays or foggers because of breathing problems so around here it all boils down to a fly swatter and a good aim. Also we cannot use the fly swatter in Slim's presence because she must have been badly treated with one before she adopted us. She cowers and hides when any fly swatter surfaces.
Yes we know about fly strips but OMG how vile those are when they dangle filled with dead and/or dying bugs. I expect to see David Hedison (1958 with Vincent Price) or Jeff Goldblum's head on one of the still living and hear a tiny voice repeating "Help me, help me" over and over.
When the children were little I would name the flies and build little houses out of match boxes. Oh how my sister hated me when I taught that to her children. They cried and cried when their mama killed George or Henry or Phillip. Hey we were poor and bored and free entertainment came in whatever form we could find. LOL
Believe me, those days are gone and I am as wicked to a fly as the next person. Keep your eye on the fly and swing. Splat, you'll get it every time...almost:)