A few days ago a cold front rolled in here at Casa Tipton-Kelly. An interesting occurrence has happened as a result of the drastic change of temperature. Prior to the cold front we have had an almost unending days of hot and humid weather. We have had hot and humid all summer but very dry. However, lately we have had the Perfect Storm in that we have also had a lot of rain. This combination has produced a LOT OF FLIES. When the cold front rolled in Thursday night, the flies didn't like it. They retreated for warmer climes. Unfortunately that "warmer climes" happens to be our garage.
I'm sitting here at my computer typing this blog posting and choking on the bug spray that Bill has sprayed in the garage to kill all those flies. He said he didn't have a choice since they retreated to his "workshop" for warmth. In this neighborhood most of the neighbors go in and out of their house through the garage. I don't think I ever entered our house through the front door. The only time the front door is use is for the Halloween trick or treaters (and that is coming up isn't it?) and the occasional Fed Ex delivery. Our neighbor Bob also uses it when he delivers some of his freshly caught and friend fish for Bill.
So Bill is working out of the garage this morning with literally hundreds of flies clinging to ceiling of our garage for warmth. When I go in and out of the garage I have to take my fly swatter with me to swat away the flies. I'm a bleeding heart liberal but I have no absolutely no compunction in killing as many flies as I can. I'm no Albert Schweitzer who cups them in his hands and releases them outside (yep, he did it. Look it up on Google). I am ruthless in dispatching flies. Just call me Ming the Merciless.
Bill says he can't work with all those flies swirling around him. Poor Bill, he looked like a Somalian refugee this morning. So he's spraying, and spraying, and spraying. I'm choking...and choking and...yes...choking.
Life in southern Delaware, this is one of the rare downsides. Flies. BEGONE!
