It's been quite a day. In fact, I've been told it's almost "back to the country." At least, it's preparing me for that.
It started yesterday. My landlord had a guy come install a new front door. No reason, except it looks nicer. In doing so, my door was left off for about an hour. By the time I started eating supper, I had flies buzzing around my head. A few swats and they were gone. I THOUGHT.
By this morning, I started looking closely. The front window had maybe 5 or 6 flies. Aggravating but manageable. I don't know what caught my interest, but I headed to the window in my dining room. I never go in there these days because it's full of school things. There had to be 20 flies on the window, not counting the ones in the air. Holy Toledo. I flew my tail straight to Home Depot and got THREE fly traps. Two hanging fly paper type things and one bag that has attractant in it. One of each in the dining room. A hanging version at the front window.
As of now, Maggie: 8 Flies: 0
I have this sick fascination with going to check on the bags. When looking at the one full of water and attractant, it falls straight to my CARPETED floor. Oh, fantastic. I dab it with paper towels then left it covered up with clean PTs. Either my flies are stupid or that junk doesn't work because not a one has gone to the spot on the floor. Either way, most of the liquid remained in the bag. It still hasn't caught a fly.
Oh, but then. I was walking back to check on my traps. Barefoot. La te da. Probably singing in my head. When I came this close to stepping on a LIZARD. In my DINING ROOM. Oh, yes.
I haven't checked a trap since.
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