Tuesday, April 7, 2009

General(ly) Grievous

In my battle against the most dread fruitfly, I refuse to wave my white flag.  I will not retreat!   Though the fruitfly general seems to be amassing support in the forms of local militia and youth organizations, I shall not be defeated! 


My battle plan began with sanctions against the rogue dictator.  All supply lines were cut, food sources stashed neatly away in the the refrigerator.  Dirty utensils washed and put away immediately.  Garbage disposer cleansed.  

When the air-attack was launched against me I fired my weapons.  Dozens of casualties were the result of the hours long battle.  And yet, this small yet forceful army prevails.  They fear not my swatting, clapping, flash/bang/booming, household cleaner spraying tactics. I fear war-crimes may be in my near future.

9 comments:

AW Cake! said...

I can't believe that they're out already!!! This is going to be a long summer. Good luck, commander.

Kristina P. said...

Oh man! I completely forgot about these horrible creatures!

Lara Neves said...

Hate those things! And I hate them even more after looking at your (lovely) picture! EWWW!

Heatherlyn said...

Oh yuck! It's such a pain to deal with REAL pests. GOOD LUCK!

Just SO said...

Good luck as you wage your war. Thankfully hand clapping seems to work for me.

Cajoh said...

I find fruit flies a lot in the summer time. I don't know how they get in, but they are hard to get rid of when they take hold.

Good luck with your battle.

tiburon said...

We had some SERIOUS issues a few years ago - turns out they were in some potting soil I got at Walmart.

We had to get rid of the plant.

It was horrible!

Good luck!

J. P. said...

we built a holding facility that seems to have worked...
take a piece of skinless fruit, we used apple with some balsamic vinegar on it, put in a bowl covered with plastic wrap tightly, with several SMALL holes poked with a fork.

the little suckers are flocking on in, TO THEIR DOOM!

Goob said...

the balsamic is their sugarless koolaid, and I am their jim jones