09.07.01
The other day, I followed a foul odor to its source, and discovered a mushy, rotten potato with a resident population of about 9,000 fruit flies.
After disposing of the potato and at least half of its residents, I find myself being constantly bombed by a veritable plague of near-biblical proportions of tiny, nasty, winged beasties.
They buzz and zip around on the air currents, camp out wherever it is damp, ie: the toilet, and rise up into an irritating cloud whenever they are disturbed, ie: when you have to go potty. They also seem to be able to sense when I am hungry or thirsty, and swarm around me as I walk toward the kitchen to get something to eat or drink.
And God forbid I actually open up a container, lest it be dive-bombed.
Cripes.
