Okay, so let me tell you about this whole “shu fly shu” thing I went through. It started last week, right in my kitchen. You know how it is, you leave maybe a tiny crumb somewhere, or the window’s open for like five minutes, and suddenly, bam! Flies. Not just one, but like, a whole squadron decided my place was the new hot spot.
First off, I did the usual. Waving my hands around like a lunatic. Shu! Shu! Get outta here! You feel kinda dumb doing it, but it’s instinct, right? They just buzz around, maybe move like two inches, then come right back. Totally pointless, really. Felt like I was just stirring the air for them.
Trying the trusty swatter
So, hand-waving wasn’t cutting it. I dug out the old plastic fly swatter. You know the one, cheap thing, probably got it for a dollar. Stalked around the kitchen like I was hunting big game. WHACK! Missed. WHACK! Got one against the window. Left a nice little splat mark, lovely. But there were still more. It’s surprisingly hard to actually hit them mid-air. They just zip around. Spent a good ten minutes doing this, got maybe two or three. More just seemed to appear out of nowhere.
It was getting really annoying. Like, seriously distracting. I’m trying to make coffee, and there’s this constant BZZZZT near my ear. Tried opening the back door wide, hoping they’d just fly out. Nope. Pretty sure a couple more flew in instead. Great strategy, me.
Getting desperate
Alright, time for Plan C, or D, whatever letter I was on. I remembered seeing those sticky fly traps. Went and bought one. Hung it up. Gotta say, those things are kinda gross. Just a sticky ribbon of death hanging there. And yeah, it caught a few. But seeing them stuck there, struggling… didn’t feel great. Plus, there were still free-roaming ones dive-bombing my toast.
Here’s what I tried over the next day or so:
- The swatter again (got a bit better, maybe?)
- More frantic hand waving (“shu fly shu!”)
- Keeping everything sealed, like Fort Knox
- The sticky trap (still gross)
- Even tried that weird vinegar-in-a-jar thing someone told me about. Didn’t seem to do much.
Honestly, it felt like a siege. Me versus the flies. And they were winning. Just this constant, low-level buzzing irritation.
Finally, I did a deep clean. Took out the trash, scrubbed the counters, checked under the fridge, everywhere. Found a slightly overripe banana I’d forgotten about tucked behind the fruit bowl. Aha! The source! Got rid of that, aired the place out properly (this time making sure screens were secure), and went on one last swatter patrol.
And you know what? Peace. Quiet. No more buzzing. Took way more effort than it should have. Just goes to show, sometimes the simplest solution – finding the darn source – is the one you overlook while you’re busy waving your arms and whacking things. Learned my lesson. Keep the bananas in check. No more “shu fly shu” drama for now, hopefully.