My husband has a pet gnat. That damned gnat shows up every time we go to dinner. It never shows up any other time but at dinner. Nice restaurant or fast food, there’s a gnat.
At least it’s not a takeout gnat. It’s too snobbish for that. It’s restaurant dining or nothing.
All of this is as nothing when compared to That One Fucking Mosquito just as you are about to drift off to sleep in bed.
whiiiiiiiiiiine
whiiiiiiiiiiine
whiiiiiiiiine
whiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine
whiiiiiiiiiiiine!!!
Look closely-does the tiny creature have an ordinary fly head, or does it resemble David Hedison?
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz…swat…
peace
Yep, those little persistent stalker-flys are intensely irritating. I’ve noticed that true to schedule, they suddenly appeared at the beginning of November here in Sydney.
But to give them their due, I work in the CBD and it does brighten my day somewhat to watch businessmen in expensive suits do that “Fuck-off-Fly!!!” dance when they’re waiting to cross Macquarie Street.
Well, I don’t live in Australia, I live in WA state in the USofA.
I also don’t ride the bus. I live in a small town and blah blah blah I don’t ride the bus.
So why is that same fly buzzing around my house at this very moment? I mean, I am very careful NOT to allow flies in the door when I enter the house. I swear to you, that fly did NOT enter my house by the door.
[sub]uh oh…perhaps I ought to be checking that fly for David Hedison’s head. Say, is David Hedison still alive? In human form, I mean…[/sub]
But the ones that REALLY bother me are those gnatty ones. I hate those things with the heat of a thousand burning suns. And what I don’t understand is where they COME from? I lost my dad August 30. I cleaned out his fridge right away. I am very careful not to let anything in the door when I enter the house. There is no garbage of the sort that the gnatty ones might feast on. If their mommies left eggs while there was actual food in the house before dad died, you’d think they would have starved and died by now. One would think that there is nothing there for those little things to subsist on. But NNNNOOOOO…they live on and on, apparently. So why is it that, while I am going through dad’s stuff… cleaning out his house, these little gnats keep (apparently drunkenly) flying into my face? And what is even MORE annoying is that these apparently drunken gnats are impossible to swat. I mean, they drift around like you ought to be able to smash them easily…But NNNNOOOOO…they live on and on, apparently. The truth is, you can’t even KILL them. There is something kind of EVIL about that. I SO wish there was still such a thing as NO PEST STRIPS. Because I could certainly use a few.
For lies in the house there is one very effective answer, cats.
Trouble is, a cat trying to sleep on your face is rather uncomforatble also.
No problem with flies on public transport here. One wave of the hand, and they’re gone.
Persistent flies must just like the perfume.
Actually cats are not the solution to flies in the house, at least not my cats. They bring in the flies to play with, then get bored & let them go. I have asked and asked for Rocky to please find anther pet or take his outside but he just gives the cat stare, and I get the fly.
How about the sink trap?
I had gnat in one of my apartments and it turned out that everyone was being infested and they came and sprayed for them and voila, they were gone.
That is an excellent thought, thank you! I just poured lots of bleach down the garbage disposal and the other kitchen sink. I had run dishwashing liquid in the garbage disposal with hot water a few times, but it hadn’t occurred to me that maybe the little pests could live through it, or that the other sink trap could be the culprit. I’ll bet they aren’t going to live through the bleach!
You have improved our Thanksgiving dinner by 100%.
From my extensive scientific research into the matter, I have come to the conclusion that they are flies with BPD, especially the delusions of grandeur bit. Whilst most flies will ‘get the hint’ after a swatting or two and will bugger-off to more accomodating climes, these dudes reckon they are invincible.
Either that, or the flies are cast-members of a Drosophilis Jackass episode. I reckon if I steal up towards the back of the train carriage, I’ll find a blowie trying to steady a miniature video-cam while pissing himself laughing at my antics.
They’ve got delusions of somethin’ goin’ on. Probably think you’re Vincent Price and all. 