all our peace loving hippie organic fare trade lifestyle choices were based on a desire to cause as little suffering as possible to the organisms we shared our environment with. if we had to kill all the flies, we wished them rapid and painless deaths. adhesion to a flypaper strip by one or more limbs and hours and hours of desperate flailing before starvation was not our aim. nontoxic, safe, environmentally friendly sticky goo was actually the worst thing we could think of for our neighbour flies.
"but we have to get rid of the flies"
i agreed, in theory, but i would not support the non-toxic glue traps. i didn't have a better idea. the fly agarics, common toxic mushrooms could be sliced and placed in sweetened milk to poison flies. alas, the beautiful red amonitas were not anywhere to be found. a coward like pilate i washed my hands of the sticky trap plan and left for the weekend.
i vowed upon my return to solve the problem from the source, clearly there must be something that the flies are coming from. i would find it and eliminate the maggots. then the flies would be gone. i could not take 256's zen approach. he simply waited, knowing that the life cycles of the common housefly would be over in 2 - 3 weeks when the first killing frosts came.
the recycling, the garbage, the animals in the menagerie, KT, the compost, the cat's frequent gifts of dead or dying vermin, the fridge, and the cat's wet food were all ruled out as sources for fly breeding. i thought that maybe there was maybe some gross scunge behind the kitchen computer since they seemed to collect around the monitor. but none was found. perhaps it's our constant sink full of dishes, with 7 regulars and a constant stream of guests it fills up as soon as it empties.
today i decided to wash the dishes, clean out the drains with borax and boiling water, and make a decree that any dish used must be washed and put away immediately for the next 48 hours to try and eliminate the flies.
alas, i solved the mystery of the breeding ground very quickly, and did not get to wash or issue my royal decree.
it was the dish rack.
oh my sweet lord, they were all living under the dish rack.
maggots are cute because they are tiny.
maggots are cute because they are tiny.
maggots are cute because they are tiny.
maggots are cute because they are tiny.
maggots are cute, because they are tiny.
maggots are cute because they are tiny...
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