I have a fruit fly infestation. It is going to be the end of me.
I never really know where these things come from--a banana, maybe, or an apple with a bruise. I try so hard to keep everything in the fridge or eaten quickly so that I won't have to deal with these instruments of the Devil. I think they exist just to put me in a foul humor and to bring me to the brink of curses.
Yesterday I googled ways to eradicate the stupid creatures. I now have five homemade traps set up in my kitchen, living room and bathroom. They've collected probably three hundred flies or more already; however, you'd never know it by the way there's always a pulsating brown cloud reflected in the bathroom mirror and how I can't even reach for a clean water glass without wondering if I'll inhale a few bugs in the process. I feel like all I do these days is try to trap and kill the little suckers.
Ugh, they're so gross. Did you know that they have fuzzy brown bodies and bright red eyes? And they bleed, not just smudge like regular small bugs? I've learned all about them over the last month. They are NASTY.
3 comments:
oh no that sounds like a really bad infestation. maybe your traps are helping them thrive?
Do you think it is because you leave your door open so much?
I think it used to be both of those things...but I've kept my doors closed for about two or three weeks now, and I put lids on my traps yesterday, so hopefully they'll all die a painful and lengthy death soon.
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