I have now officially declared war on the burgeoning fly population in my home. I had all I could take when a flock of fruit flies and whatever-you-call-normal-house-flies (can fruit flies flock?) decided to repeatedly dive-bomb my slice of cheesecake that I snuck out of the freezer. Oh NO you DON’T mess with this lady’s cheesecake!
I ran into town (not literally- because I am morally opposed to actually running. I’m more into meandering and the odd brisk walk) and bought 2 packages of 4 fly strips. I’m going to open a can of whup-*ss and put a world of hurt on those nasty little beasties. (Insert Braveheart-esque battle cry and claymore waving here.)
…And since I’m drawing indiscriminitely from violent movies I’ll end this post with a bit of Pacino for you.
“Say goodbye to the bad guy!” Buh-bye bad fly.