Our house was infested with flies, or at least fly-like insects after the pre-Thanksgiving fall feast.  Although they tried to be ever so friendly and loved to cuddle with me, I hated them.  When I was watching TV, they happily flew around in circles just barely above my eye level so that I could see them.  When I opened the refrigerator, they flew by just to be nosy to find out what I was going to eat.  Matt absolutely refused to believe that it was the SOD he “planted” in the hallway during the party that brought in the creature.  I began to believe that Miss Meow Meow gave birth to them.

“Lorrrrrd.  These flies are irritating.  Thanks for the sod idea.”

“No way.  These bugs are new to this country.  I just talked to my mom.  Her house has tons of these.  They must be liking indoors now.  It’s cold outside.”

“Flies are new to this country???”

“They’ll die eventually.  Don’t worry.”

Days went by and the flies multiplied and became bigger too.  I constantly had a slipper in my hand chasing after them.  The instant gratification would be mine when the slipper hit hard and smashed their ugly bodies.

“We have to do something about this.  They are taking over our house.”

“Don’t worry.  I’ll get some bug bombs on Sunday after you leave for Orlando.”

I left on Sunday morning.  It was a huge relief to escape.

Two, three days later…

“The flies began to really bother me.  I can’t stand them.”

“I thought you were going to ‘bomb’ the house on Sunday.”

“Oh, I didn’t do it.  I got distracted.  But I’ll do it on Saturday.  When you come back, there will be no flies.  They’ll be dead, dead, dead.”

Saturday, December 8, I was heading home.  I called from Atlanta while waiting for the connecting flight.

“Dead.  Dead.  Dead.  They are all dead.  One, two, three…. eight, nine of them on the window sill.  DEAD.”

“Are you sure?  No more flies?”

“Trust me.  I don’t think they could survive.  Actually, I got my math wrong.  When I was at Lowe’s, I looked at the description which said that each fogger could cover 5000 Sq Ft.  For some reason, I thought we needed 4 or 5 of them to cover the entire house.  So I bought 5 and set them all off.   NOTHING could survive after that.”