Shoo Fly

I broke out the ever attractive sticky fly catching rope. I had thought after the Asian Lady Beetle invasion that I would be spared; that and not having pigs or feeding the cows feed with excessive amounts of protein. Sure I had the errant fly, but nothing that my handy swatter couldn't take care of. But today I walked in to the kitchen and, I swear, 359 flies scattered in all directions. It was too much for the swatter. Plus, Art doesn't like when I use it because I hit the flies really hard and sometimes there's a bit of splatter. I also refuse to touch the dead flies so I end up leaving them on the counter for him to take care of. I don't know why he expects me to take of the dead bodies, I mean, they're squished and leaky. Gross.

It's not pretty, but it does the trick. I don't really appreciate the sideways glances I get from people who stop by and happen to see it hanging in the middle of my kitchen, but it's either that or complete and utter carnage all over the kitchen counters.