About once a year, my front bathroom becomes FILLED WITH FLIES, due to a crack in the foundation of the house causing them to decide that my place is the perfect spot for the fly equivalent of summer vacation. It's flies gone wild in there, and that makes it insanely irritating to try to do anything other than run in, swat at bugs, and run out. There's a can of Raid Fly-Killer on the windowsill for just such occasions.
Right now, there's also an enterprising three-inch-long praying mantis. Which has decided, for reasons known only to itself, that the perfect place from which to snatch flies out of the air, is...
...the can of Raid Fly-Killer.
Yes, there is a predatory insect currently cleaning my bathroom, while sitting atop a cannister of toxic bug-killing chemicals. Sometimes, I really think that life is just a little bit too surreal to have ever been invented. It just had to happen on its own. (Pictures of my friendly insectivore house guest will be coming later.)
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August 11 2008, 18:13:00 UTC 8 years ago