Infestation

Let me start off by saying I am sometimes over dramatic and I have been known to exaggerate some things when I get excited, or irritated, or just plain worked up about a situation. Like last week someone got shot at one of our favorite ice cream shops. I called Turbo and went off about this shooting and how crazy it was, just to mess up most of the facts and find out it was at a location I never knew existed. Details, Schmetails. I was concerned about the ice cream. Anyhoo...here's my post. Only feel free at anytime to substitute the title Infestation with Annoyance, 'cause I'm pretty sure it means the same thing.

Last summer we had a terrible problem with fruit flies. If you have never had this problem, you have no idea how awful it is.

For a handful of days I noticed the little buggers here and there throughout the house. I had no idea where they were coming from, and since there was not that many around, I figured it was some sort of fluke.

And then I found them. Down in the laundry room, a huge swarm (really, I'm not even exaggerating yet) coming from the laundry room garbage where Rex had placed a banana peel who knows how long ago, in the trash can that we empty only when it fills with dryer lint. Nice.

I set 'traps' since that's what you do to catch these things, and got rid of every trace within a few days.

That was last year.

This year it has started again. Someone picked a handful of blackberries from the garden that attracted the beasts. With the fruit sitting idle on the counter, they feasted on berries until I discovered them and destroyed them.

Then someone threw a banana peel on the bottom of the trash can. (Yes, the bottom, under the bag liner so it was there for a bit before I found it.) Oh, they love bananas. The horny little monsters had a field day on that until I sucked them all up in the vacuum, 'cause that's another way to kill them.

But before I could destroy them, they discovered this gold mine of junk under Lucy's highchair cushion. (And that wasn't even that bad because I know it gets nasty so I clean it all the time, but those darn things don't waste any time finding a new place to feast.) I scrubbed that and thought I was done.

Until I found them chillin' on my morning coffee, sitting neglected in the basement for a couple of hours while I ran some errands. Fiends!

So I am back to the traps. The vacuum is ready to strike at a moments notice. I am on the hunt. I have no idea when this will end, but it certainly will be my victory.