I hate them, hate them, HATE them, those house flies. For two months, they have been disgusting. I wonder how bad it would be if the chickens, guineas and ducks did not eat them out on the farm? The smaller houseflies are impossible to keep out of the house. One bed and breakfast guest told me that they went to a restaurant and ended up leaving because the flies were so thick inside that they could not eat. Gross! Every night for the past two months, I get a towel, dampen it, and begin my sojourn of smacking flies off the ceiling. Their favourite two places are the bathroom window and the kitchen ceiling above the light. The window has been cleaned of fly guts umpteen dozen times, but the green glass chandelier is not so easy to clean. It is disgusting with fly poops everywhere. I have washed down the cupboards several times too. The flies are attracted to white. The ceiling is white and one cupboard is white, at least when there are not a dozen flies on them. We now have snow on the ground. One would think the flies would all be wherever flies go in winter, but there were still a bunch in the house. Grrrrrrrrrr! I am hoping this is the last of them. They were nowhere near so bad last year, but the mosquitoes were, so it seems when in Alberta, some bug is gonna bug ya!
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.