By the time everyone left, at least 400 had made their way into our house.
A majority of my week has been spent trying to get rid of these pests. Through the help of Google and Pinterest, I've tried nearly everything ranging from bowls of water to Tupperware lids coated in honey and brown sugar strategically placed around the house. The dogs drank the water and the flies enjoyed their sweet treat before flying off to another room.
The most effective method so far has been slowly and quietly lurking through the house, armed with a rolled up coloring book, until I spot one. Then I hover silently, with bated breath, while I wait for the magic moment....the moment when the fly lets down his guard and begins rubbing his front feet together and BAM!!! followed by a "GOT HIM!!" and then continue on my hunt.
This goes on periodically throughout the day and I go to bed feeling like I've made a significant dent in our fly population, only to wake up the next morning to discover that they either came back from the dead, called in out of town relatives or hatched a whole new set of offspring overnight.
Last night I finally broke down and bought a box of classy fly paper. The kind that look like old rolls of film dangling from the ceiling. The check out lady said, "Careful not to catch your hair in one of those" and I thought to myself, Do I look like an idiot?
First thing this morning, I caught my hair in one of those. And so far, that, along with carpet fuzz and dog fur (don't ask) are the only things those blasted traps have caught while the flies continue to mock me.
The phrase Dropping Like Flies keeps going through my head and taunting me. What is causing those flies to drop and how do I get my hands on it!?!?
I need your help! The person who gives me the secret to dropping these flies will win a shout out on my blog.
Oh come on, you know that's tempting.
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