The constant and INSISTENT buzzing of flies is starting to wear on my nerves. They’re only house flies after all, not people-biting malaria-carrying menaces, but they should NOT be sharing my cooking space. I don’t know if it’s the fall season or the putrid chamois bones outside in our compost bin waiting for this week’s collection, but for some reason the flies have been particularly numerous in the last few days, DESPITE a closed window policy. Milo hunts them with relish, but he’s not been very successful with his dish cloth weaponry up to this point. So Mama slaps at them, Milo giggles, and fly guts get smooshed on windows and door jams. Yuck. Jeremiah says I’d never make it in a third world country, but I disagree. It’s different when you EXPECT major indoor insect life. I’ll never fathom why Kiwi homes don’t have window screening…it’s not a poor country after all.
Molly, we shall have to farm Velcro to NZ. She hunts the flies in our house, corners them onto the window sill & eats them – no messy smooshed bugs left behind, only windows with artistic dog licks. She and Milo would likely make a good team!