Backstory: When Lloyd’s parents came, they brought lots of wonderful produce from their garden. I also had gone to the store and bought some bananas and apples.
Sam, Rachel and the kids came over for lunch and we partook of much bounty. Sam had smoked a delicious pork loin, I made some side dishes, and we cut up a bunch of the fresh fruits and veggies. Yum yum. The house was hot from the oven, though, so we opened some windows.
Lunch was over, the Other Sommerers went home, and we sat down for a movie and a little napping. Upon awakening, the house had been overrun by fruit flies! I thought they were gnats, but nope – they were after the veggie and fruit peelings.
So now there are dishes of apple cider and vinegar out on my counter, with many, many dead fruit flies inside. I will spare you the gory photo.
Nope. Here it is.
It’s apple cider vinegar, so the black things are the flies, the brown stuff is the ‘mother’. The mother of destruction.
Brad says
Ugh. I don’t care for fruit flies. My most memorable experience with them is that I once accidentally sealed some in plastic wrap with some banana bread. They reproduced so quickly that the next day I could hardly see the banana bread any more. At least they were all sealed under plastic.
Peggy says
To honor the fallen:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kp_STaLyd6s
Lauren's mom says
Ha, ha! Funny!
I haven’t heard that one before.
Lauren says
Me either! I tried to sing along a little bit but it was too hard. Funny stuff, Peggy!
Gretchen says
We toured the galley of a cruise ship recently and there was a poster that said YOUR WORST ENEMY with a picture of a fruit fly beneath it. If that poster had been for sale in the gift shop I would have picked one up for you.