I’ve reached the fruit fly portion of the summer. There’s always some piece of fruit that rots before I notice and sends a zillion fruit flies out into my kitchen.
Then they’re everywhere. I run the tap to fill the kettle and a cloud of them flies up from the drain and into my face. A few get in my nose. Always.
Open the trash. Cloud. Nose.
So then I ha…
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