The flies.
The flies.
THE FLIES!!!!
I hung six strips of flypaper in all, in the front half of the basement only. This is what they looked like after twenty-four hours; all the other strips were similarly encrusted. In the end, chemical intervention proved necessary, followed by a scorched-earth cleaning of the basement. The source of the infestation has not been identified.
Tonight, while swatting a straggler that had made its way to the upstairs, I spotted out of the corner of my eye a spider, sitting complacently in a corner of the bedroom. "Son of a bitch," I muttered. "You're not doing your job."
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