Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Plague? Pestilence? Or . . . .

We have an inexplicable number of houseflies at Moogie's Manor.   There are no open windows; doors aren't open for long. The only possible fly source we can postulate is the Labrador size doggie door.

The doggie door is in the laundry room, which is near the Master bedroom and bath. Most of the flies seem to wind up in our bathroom where we're often easily able to smash them with our bare hands.

(I know -- gross, right!?!?!)

So.  This odd separation of flies and inhabitants leads me to a new conspiracy theory.

The houseflies are NSA drones. Checking up on the goings on at Moogie's Manor.  Right?

Sometimes they are really out to get you.


  1. Heh. Mayhap you have some of OUR flies. I've rarely seen more flies in any given part of the world... outside of the Middle East... than here in P-Ville, and that's because of all the dairies in the area. But this year? Not so much.

    Now I know why.

  2. Call them home, Buck! Please! The dead fly carcasses are repulsive!