i worked at a salon last summer... and if a fly made it inside they would just circle and circle... landing on each one of us rhythmically, and i was pregnant... so that meant i was paranoid of bug bacteria (i could care less now) so i borrowed my parents raquet zapper (which someone got for my dad as a gag christmas gift... see, he's a tennis player). and i went for it. the thing they dont tell you... is what a horrible death to a bug it truly is. when you finally do get the fly... and it can be kindof exhilarating because you are swinging away and missing and all of a sudden... ZAP. you got him. or her. so. ...
the poor thing has gotten fried... and there was no small amount of fried fly smell. an actual tiny puff of smoke i swear it. they certainly dont tell you about that nifty feature. but the really unbearable part... is the fly falls to the ground and spins and spins for what seems like forever. maybe ten seconds... and then finally dies. i never used it again, my bug murdering bad karma fear beat the shit outta my germaphobia.
Flies are carriers of plague and death in some countries. Fuck those worthless bastards.
Let's take a page from the Black Plague and hang bags of blood outside your doors and windows, that's certainly an effective draw. Then when the flies are all gathered around, whack the bag with an electrified tennis racket.
Originally Posted by amyzzz
Hannah, I don't know that pigs have big weiners, and my early 20's facination with dogs because of weiner size, I think. If that helps.
Ok, wow. I just got home, and opened up the blinds by my arcadia door. I shit you not, it was a swarm of these pompous little fuckers. I didn't have any traps or bug spray, so I tried a Lysol & junk mail assault, with a late stage vacuum offensive. It was a smashing success. I literally killed 26 flies in a matter of 20 minutes. That's more than a fly a minute, for you non-math majors. Combining last night and today, we have killed over 40 flies.
War is never pretty though. I seriously keep thinking I am seeing flies zipping by in my vision and I have a wicked headache from all of the lysol. Flytraps are being bought tonight.
At work this summer, a pipe out back broke. It drained water from a restaurant upstairs, but instead of going to the sewer it leaked out and flooded this dirt patch just beyond the concrete.
Anyway, this became a breeding ground for flies. You could go out back and watch the larvae float around. I bleached them about 400 times and no matter what I did, it never really got better. Although the bleach probably has ruined any chance for plants to grow in that dirt patch.
So we went out and bought a fly trap and some fly killing spray in case any more of the bastards show up, and we haven't had any luck with the trap and haven't needed the spray. I guess we wiped those fuckers out for good. I am still unsure how so many of them got into our place.