[don't buy the $16 miniature silo of costco macadamia nuts. if you're me, they'll be gone in two days.]
[this is my worthy costco trip attempt to stop spending $20 at the whole foods salad bar every time.
we've all been there. i know it can't just be me. there's strength in numbers.]
so i go to utah for a week to visit some fam and friends for my birthday.
come back, and the first thing i notice about my apartment are that there are flies in it.
i get in the shower and there are like a good five flies partying in there with me.
[read: i was using the shower head as a bazooka to pelt them down and screaming bloody murder.]
the funny thing is that i'm always scolding jit for leaving our shower window open
and like a month ago, she did it and a big fatty fly came in.
i remembered this and assumed it must've been major pregnant or SOMEthing because this just wasn't normal.
i went to work and forgot all about it.
but when i woke up the next morning, all i hear is a choir of buzzing.
but when i woke up the next morning, all i hear is a choir of buzzing.
that's sayin something coming from a girl that sleeps with ear plugs.
finally i can't take it and i go buy a cheap fly swatter and go to town.
and start making little piles around the house [cue da cringing].
i even had tactics because i realized the live ones liked to go hangout by their dead friends and that's how i'd kill even more.
nobody should have to learn this!
and then i start counting.
FOURTY THREE FREAKING FLIES.
can't even believe the madness. i blame the knocked up fly!
i feel like i could've kept them alive and charged people to come to some sort of flyhouse where you have a cup of nectar and the flies come and land on you or something and you get your picture taken.
crazy town.
anyways, i've killed a good thirty since and i'm just disgusted and amazed that i haven't lost it and haven't broken my cheap swatter yet and is there a nest or something and i can't live in california if it's going to be like this.
