With the new back door, the indoor flies have diminished significantly.
On occasion, though, one will get in, and I am gratified when I can kill it with the electric fly zapper racquet.
One got in yesterday. He had an attitude. He was animated. He was savvy to my games. He liked beef stroganoff, especially if I was making it from scratch just for him. And he loved peeping out of the corner of his eye(s) to watch for the electric zapper.
Gary spoke of it as if it was our new pet. “That is the SMARTEST fly EVER! Look at how he dive-bombs your head!”
I went to the bathroom, came back, found the fly sitting ON the zapper. Sitting on it. The balls! The balls on this fly!
Finally, after hours of this nonsense, I saw him and one of his brothers staring out the back door glass. That is the fly killing field, because when the zapper comes behind them they see the reflection and think it’s in front of them. The smart fly didn’t catch on even after his brother was killed.
Smart fly still got zapped, but he went down swinging. It took so many zaps to kill him that I smelled burnt fly flesh.
A worthy opponent.