I don't mind flies in my kitchen, or in my living room, but one place I WILL NOT tolerate flies is in my bedroom. It is impossible to sleep when there is all that buzzing around your ear and just when you drift off into never never land, the little dickens decides to land on your lip. At least that's what always happens to me....every time.
Something almost as bad is when you put down the 3 three and under for their naps and there is a stray fly flitting around the bedroom. They are fast asleep by now, but you notice that Twin B keeps squirming and grunting. You walk over to see what the problem could be, then you see it. The pesky pest has encountered the tiny smear of tomato sauce you accidentally left behind Twin B's ear after his spaghetti lunch, and now he is having lunch.
What to do? You can't grab the flyswatter and smack it because...
1. The fly won't land anywhere except on Twin B.
2. If it were to land anywhere other than on Twin B, the swatting sound of the flyswatter on the fly could wake up any number of the 3 three and under. That would be completely unacceptable.
Here's what I did. I stood there, thinking what to do. I wondered if I could do an Obama-style fly catch, but I have never been able to do that, in all of my years, even though my father spent hours trying to teach me how, and besides, the thought of that is just really gross. I tried to shoo it away, but it wouldn't forget about the tomato sauce and kept returning to the exact same location. I had to do something, because if Twin B woke up, well, I can't tell you what would have happened if Twin B had woken up, but you know. You've been there when your baby's nap gets ruined and you feel like there is nothing to live for for the rest of the day. Then it hit me. I deftly walked over to my bathroom counter and picked up this...
This is what I use daily in an attempt to get my hair to behave. It usually doesn't help but for about an hour, then my hair goes back to it's unruly ways, but I have to try. I took this can of hairspray and when I got the chance, I sprayed the fly as it was flying in the air high over Twin B's head. It was flying so quickly, that I couldn't keep track of it's subsequent location, but from that moment on....I never saw or heard the fly again.
Here's what I think happened. That hair spray comes out in liquid form, of course, but when it hits the air, it hardens like a rock in about 7 seconds. I think that fly was slowly immobilized, then had no choice but to dive bomb onto my slate floor. I know, not a very vegan way of thinking, but like I said, I do have my priorities. That fly was going to go one way or another, and maybe this way he had a chance to limp and get help from a fellow fly. Or maybe not. All I know is that the 3-year-old, Twin A and Twin B slept peacefully for two more hours and I blogged. Happy ending....um, for the humans.
P.S. I tried this trick one other time and I was equally successful at ridding the sweet children of the virulent pest. It really, really works.
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