Lord of the Flies, Part 2

I wasn’t planning on sharing this on my blog. It was too disturbing and I envisioned everyone thinking, “Damn, the woman must wallow in filth for something like that to happen.” When the adventure continued the theme yesterday, I decided okay, the universe is telling me something here. It wants me to share with the world my full-filled Friday.

You will recall my intense hatred for disgusting crawly things. You may also remember that this house is cursed. Well let’s combine the two, shall we? Come into my world where a nightmare comes alive.

On Friday morning, after everyone had left for work, I saw a fly. Okay, no big deal. I guess when someone went out the door, Mr. Fly saw that as an invitation to come in. Then I saw another. And another. Dozens of the disgusting flying freaks. As I hunted them down to swat, I was complaining to my sister.

“This is really bizarre. I have no idea where the heck they’re coming from.” As I’m on the phone with her, I walk into the kitchen and there are at least a dozen on one of the walls. I nearly drop the phone and run screaming from the house. The only thing preventing me from doing that is I’m not a screamer and there’s no way in hell I’m going to let the flies take over my house.

I spent the day swatting flies, getting grossed out and cleaning everything in sight & out of sight, attempting to find the source. When the family came home, they joined in the fight. We finally reached a point where we no longer saw any. All the dead carcasses were disposed of while I disinfected every surface in the entire house.

I handed Steve a magnifying glass and gave him the job of identifying the fly to find out exactly what it was. Turns out it was just an ordinary housefly. After some research, I learned they take 5 days from the time the eggs are laid to develop into flies. Hmmm…. let’s count back 5 days. Yeah, that would be when Frank & I were in Atlantic City. The kids deny leaving anything around that could have been a breeding ground and I still haven’t found anything but it seems too big of a coincidence that this happened while we were gone.

I spent a large part of Saturday walking around the house, hunting. There was not another fly in sight. I still can’t believe we got every single one and that the nightmare is over. Every time any of us see motion out of the corner of our eye, we flinch thinking it’s another fly. “I see one! No, wait. That was just a floater. What’s that on the wall?? Oh, it’s just a nail.”

Apparently the word is out in the insect world about the Friday Massacre. Yesterday when I was doing some yard work, I was attacked by a yellow jacket. The damn thing stung me on the hand, right through a gardening glove.