We have flies.
Not just one or two flies, buzzing about the place.
I mean we'll turn around to the sliding glass doors, and ten to fifteen flies will be hanging around in the corner, swapping stories of the old neighborhood and maybe drinking beers.
I flip out. I open the door. I shoo them all outside with a dishtowel. I kill the ones that won't leave. And ten minutes later... more flies.
I think it's because I left trash in the garage for over three weeks. I just couldn't find time to take it to the dump. Or maybe something died in the walls. It's got to be one of those.
In any case, I'm done with flies. I hate them. I hate everything about them. Worse than ladybugs.
That's the official slogan.
FLYS. THEY ARE WORSE THAN LADYBUGS.
1 comment:
The flies aren't so bad compared to the walls bleeding! Isn't that what happened in the Amityville Horror? First the flies then the bleeding walls! Much, much harder to clean the bleeding walls. But I will pray for ladybugs.
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