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There is a cow pasture on one side of our property, and while we enjoy watching the young Angus cavort, I could do without the manure flies. I expect there is something special about my white truck; there will be 50 flies on the sunny side of the white Tacoma, and three on my wife’s gray car. Get in quickly and shut the door!
The truck is always parked three feet from the shop garage doors, and once fly season starts I am loath to open that door in the daytime. Sometimes need outweighs desire; I needed to blow a considerable amount of dust out of the shop today, and made quick work of it – blower readied, door open and closed, less than 60 seconds to blow out a week’s worth of dust and shavings across the whole floor, even under the benches and shelves.
I moved the truck first and success, I was still shop fly-less. But I had let in one giant bee.
I am not allergic, nor melissophobic, but dang he was annoying, loudly buzzing bouncing off ceiling, walls and lights. Annoyed enough that I grabbed the sturdy metal flyswatter (none of that cheap plastic crap) and we did battle.
There was some moving target flyswatter flailing after the first swipe missed, and he was winning for some time before I trapped him in a corner and finally nailed him a good one in mid-flight.
Swatted, he rebounded off the wall and landing buzzing and more pissed off than ever atop my head. I panic-slapped at him with the flyswatter. He bounced off still buzzing onto some hidden shelf recess and I was left with a flyswatter crease in my forehead.
There was a denouement. A half hour later I walked out the side screen door. He had called a truce and was waiting on the patiently on screen for me open the door. I got a good look at him, but couldn’t tell is he had a crease in his forehead.
I do love my shop spider buddies. I’ll accept the old dingy web snarls and sucked dry bug carcasses, y’all keep eating your fill. Especially those dang manure flies.
The truck is always parked three feet from the shop garage doors, and once fly season starts I am loath to open that door in the daytime. Sometimes need outweighs desire; I needed to blow a considerable amount of dust out of the shop today, and made quick work of it – blower readied, door open and closed, less than 60 seconds to blow out a week’s worth of dust and shavings across the whole floor, even under the benches and shelves.
I moved the truck first and success, I was still shop fly-less. But I had let in one giant bee.
I am not allergic, nor melissophobic, but dang he was annoying, loudly buzzing bouncing off ceiling, walls and lights. Annoyed enough that I grabbed the sturdy metal flyswatter (none of that cheap plastic crap) and we did battle.
There was some moving target flyswatter flailing after the first swipe missed, and he was winning for some time before I trapped him in a corner and finally nailed him a good one in mid-flight.
Swatted, he rebounded off the wall and landing buzzing and more pissed off than ever atop my head. I panic-slapped at him with the flyswatter. He bounced off still buzzing onto some hidden shelf recess and I was left with a flyswatter crease in my forehead.
There was a denouement. A half hour later I walked out the side screen door. He had called a truce and was waiting on the patiently on screen for me open the door. I got a good look at him, but couldn’t tell is he had a crease in his forehead.
I do love my shop spider buddies. I’ll accept the old dingy web snarls and sucked dry bug carcasses, y’all keep eating your fill. Especially those dang manure flies.