Bye Bye Fly!

We had a visitor in the house today.  Actually, we had quite a few visitors.  These were the six-legged variety, also known as fruit flies.  They must've hitched a ride on a banana from Venezuela or something.  The first one was kind of cute.  I named him Auzz.  Then I saw his buddy.  I named him Buzz.  Then there was Cuzz, and Duzz, and Euzz.  By the time I met Zuzz, I realized these little guys weren't just here for a visit.  They had brought their suitcases and were moving in.

"Hey," I said to my husband.  "We have a little problem here."  I showed him the army of fruit flies.

"Time to declare war!" he said.  Then he went back into his office.

What the heck? I thought.  I guess I was supposed the fight the varmints myself.  So I got out a can of Raid and sprayed.  Auzz and his friends took off.  I didn't see them for a while.  But a few hours later, there they were again.

"The problem is still here," I called to my husband.

He came out of his office.  He went to the cupboard and got out a bottle of apple cider vinegar.  Then he got out a glass, a ziplock bag, and a rubberband.  He poured the apple cider vinegar into the glass, covered it with the ziplock bag, rubber banded it to the glass, and poked a tiny hole in the center.  Then he walked back into his office and shut the door.

"This is your idea of a war?" I asked.

"Woman. I'm the expert."

I shook my head and went about my business.  An hour later I came back into the kitchen where the glass was placed and looked at it.  And guess what?  Auzz, Buzz, Cuzz, and Duzz were taking a swim in there.  And Euzz, Fuzz, and Guzz were hovering around, watching.

Pretty good.  So if you ever have little visitors of the fruit fly variety, go get yourself some apple cider vinegar, a ziplock bag, and a rubber band.  They'll be gone in no time.