The Human Fly Killer...and the trap.

I joked in the previous blog about how I know that Spring has officially arrived. But there is yet another reason why I'm fairly positive that this amazing weather is here to stay.

And my confidence level comes in the form of hundreds of flies. Especially the ones that have stationed themselves at all three of our doors. Waiting for their opportune moment of entry into our home.

It happened all at once!! One day there were no flies. The next...at least a dozen. Or two.

Charis (5) got so frustrated with them that she stomped her feet at two of them resting on our living room rug. Killing both of them instantly. The next day, with renewed confidence in her catlike reflexes, she went after one with her hand. Yep. Killing it.

Charis was one proud little lady, let me tell you. She loves her new-found party trick and dubs herself cool because she's "faster than the flies". Ah, does a mother's heart good. *gag*


But regardless of her keen ability to kill insects on contact, the Fly Family has continued to grow in number. And honestly, it's gotten so bad that I did something that I never thought this classy-minded chick would EVER succumb to. I bought Fly strips. Ech.


You know them? Those little strips of stickiness that you hang from the ceiling or some fixture. And when the fly happens to land on it, they are unable to get off. Dying a slow death.


Now, the death part I happen to like. But the decorative remains? Not so much.


But here's the part that I figured I had better share with you...as a friendly warning of sorts. And for those of you with a queasy, weak stomach, you may want to discontinue reading right here. For I was severely sickened at the sight of it. Screaming for my husband immediately. Well...after screaming for my Maker.

We put a fly strip outside on one of our back porches. It seemed perfectly logical to me. Being that's where a lot of the flies (the BIG ones...somewhat resembling minivans) were coming in. I figured, why not. They remain OUTSIDE...because they are dead, right?!

The only problem with that theory? There are a number of other flying animals outside that would like to eat those little, trapped flies. You know, like an all-you-can-eat buffet of sorts.

Namely the hoard of hungry birds that live in our backyard.

Yes, that's right. I happened to walk by our back porch window...to a horrible sight. A small bird stuck to my $3.00 killing machine. Oh Jesus, Jesus, Jesus! was all I could say as I watched in horror. Well...that, and "JEEEEETTTTTTTT!!! HELP!"

The more it struggled, the worse it's wing started to look. Thankfully, it must've JUST gotten caught when I walked over. And thankfully I walked by at that exact moment. Because it was dusk and I never would have seen it had it been dark. And thankfully, my husband was home because I'm not sure I would've been able to grab that poor little bird and RIP its little body off as it squawked in pain.

But Jet isn't so squeamish. He rescued the little bird with his gentle, gloved hands. While I just looked on from the safely of my kitchen, hand covering my grimacing face, wondering if it would be too demented to take a picture of Tormented Bird for all my blog readers. heh heh

Yes, that's how sick...Uh, I mean...dedicated I am to share my life with those far away friends and family.

But instead of documenting this little horror show, all I could bring myself to do was to Warn You.

...If you happen to buy one of those little death traps, know that you may catch something other than FLIES if you hang it outside. *gross*

Or you could invite Charis-the-human-fly-killer over. ;)