Nearly two years ago the Lord visited upon me a plague of
houseflies:
Well, I must have sinned again, because He has seen fit to
do it again, this time with fruit flies. An alternative explanation is that on their
recent visit my fruit-deprived Alaskan relatives bought carloads of fresh
fruit, but didn’t get it all consumed. Some has been lingering on the kitchen counter for days.
Anyway, I have stumbled on an effective weapon against fruit
flies – the Greyhound. A Greyhound is a
drink consisting of one part ice, one part vodka, and two parts grapefruit
juice. I have one or two most nights.
Well, it turns out that fruit flies are avid little
alcoholics. Invariably I leave my
Greyhound glass sitting around somewhere, with a tiny bit of fluid at the
bottom. And, the next morning, I find
the glass black with dead and dying fruit flies! I have made serious progress fighting the fruit
fly menace, using dirt-cheap vodka.
Getting rid of the rotting fruit helped.
Very pleased that my visits have always been fly-less. Very sorry that you have to deal with the buggers.
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