There is a serious fly infestation in the apartment. It is equal parts disgusting and funny.
We aren’t sure how this came to be, just that the other morning yells of frustration could be heard from the kitchen. Indeed, out by the garbage can was Christie, wielding a cereal box and batting it against the window. An estimated 30 flies met their end in those ten minutes of fight.
The battlegrounds in a quiet moment
We do have a theory. For a while we’ve suspected birds living in our dryer vent, as evidenced by the chirping and flapping noises, and the dryer not doing its damn job.
Now we think something died in there, and a fly laid its eggs on the dead body in our walls.
They always struggle at the end.
The final resting place of more than 100 flies.
This shit actually works, now.
