I have become a woman possessed. Possessed with keeping these frigging flies out of my house.
Last year, there were hundreds of them. I kid you not. There is no exaggeration. Unfortunately, I had a three year old and a 3 month old and I had no ability, energy, or desire to battle the flies. Now, however, my kids are older, and I am on a rampage. Swatting, spraying, and cutting off their food sources. And you want to know which of these three things is working best? Cutting off the food source.
Last week I decided that there would be no more food in the trash. None. I put everything in the disposal (this is a great time for people to rave about composting, but I’m almost unable to keep up with throwing things into my sink, so it’s just not the right time, or the right blog). I have even been rinsing out food wrappers and food covered paper towels. Not only are there no more flies racing towards my face every time I open the garbage can, but there is also no terrible garbage smell. Seriously, it’s a win-win.
Are there still flies? Yes, of course. It’s summer in North Carolina…. but compared to the hundreds from last year, this year has a max of 15 at a time, and those get swatted. Then I spray their filthy black poop dots that cover my window sills with vinegar and go about my day. It’s kind of exhausting, but earlier this summer I was having to put a paper towel with a hairband around it around my cups so that the flies wouldn’t dive in and drown in my drink. Inside my house. Yes, it was that bad.
So, shoo fly, don’t bother me, or i’mma gonna have to swat ya.
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