Florida Living Adventure, Part 1b: Post LaundroMat Fun, Where Fruit Flies Invade and Conquer
Okay, so I'm not one to double post--er, well, I'm one who realizes it's a NoNo in web etiquette, but, I had to write about my latest observations...
Fruit Flies--not that I eat fruit, but from somewhere they have come. Maybe from the lone plantain peel I tossed, um a day ago? But that was sealed in a walmart bag in the bigger trash bag. Yet, now, I am watching the lil buggers Do-si-do with each other across my kitchen and bathe in my ex-glass of water. I hear them laughin at me: "we are too tiny for you to smoooosh, you sloooow, non-fruit eating human! We will be 2 thousand strong by morning, hahaha"
Bugs, I tell you they plot on purpose when to appear. "Oh, look! She's cleaned the house. 1,2,3, SWAAAARRRRRMMMMMMMM!!" or "with my last breath, I will die in your doorway!...psych! I'm still alive and will jump on you and nibble your toe!"
But, as my friend V pointed out. "six legged intruders are better than 4 legged furries or 8 legged Shelobs." I guess so, but I have a can of raid strategically placed in almost every corner of the place.
OH! speaking of 4 legged visitors. Three cleaning cycles ago, I found a baby lizard hiding by my bed...it was freaky Gollum-esque. I did not bathe it in Raid--cuz, I doubted that would have worked. But I did the eco-friendly thing of capturing it and letting it outside. But, then I wondered..."OMG< that thing was NOT small--if that got inside, what ELSE is in here?" and then I heard the muffled, hidden sound of little insectoid laughter--
Ah, well, it's Florida. The sun, the sand, and the palmetto's. It's a package deal. And I think it's worth it. As long as they don't crawl in my mouth while I'm sleeping *flashbacks and shivers*
Fruit Flies--not that I eat fruit, but from somewhere they have come. Maybe from the lone plantain peel I tossed, um a day ago? But that was sealed in a walmart bag in the bigger trash bag. Yet, now, I am watching the lil buggers Do-si-do with each other across my kitchen and bathe in my ex-glass of water. I hear them laughin at me: "we are too tiny for you to smoooosh, you sloooow, non-fruit eating human! We will be 2 thousand strong by morning, hahaha"
Bugs, I tell you they plot on purpose when to appear. "Oh, look! She's cleaned the house. 1,2,3, SWAAAARRRRRMMMMMMMM!!" or "with my last breath, I will die in your doorway!...psych! I'm still alive and will jump on you and nibble your toe!"
But, as my friend V pointed out. "six legged intruders are better than 4 legged furries or 8 legged Shelobs." I guess so, but I have a can of raid strategically placed in almost every corner of the place.
OH! speaking of 4 legged visitors. Three cleaning cycles ago, I found a baby lizard hiding by my bed...it was freaky Gollum-esque. I did not bathe it in Raid--cuz, I doubted that would have worked. But I did the eco-friendly thing of capturing it and letting it outside. But, then I wondered..."OMG< that thing was NOT small--if that got inside, what ELSE is in here?" and then I heard the muffled, hidden sound of little insectoid laughter--
Ah, well, it's Florida. The sun, the sand, and the palmetto's. It's a package deal. And I think it's worth it. As long as they don't crawl in my mouth while I'm sleeping *flashbacks and shivers*