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[flemmings]

Wild winds blow in cold and glorious sun, and incidentally swept my porch clean of the ironwood's leaves that fall on it. But I still have fruit flies in the house, and upstairs as well. An irksome mystery which might be explained by having bananas in the kitchen. They're now in the fridge where they will blacken, of course, but might put paid to the flies.

Except when I went up to Loblaws for milk and a turkey sandwich, there were the fruit flies still. Maybe they just breed in the leaves.

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[kathleen_dailey]

Fruit flies are a great mystery to me. One individual has been hanging out in my kitchen for weeks and weeks even though I don't have a single piece of any type of fruit out on the counter. It visits me at the computer (my office is near the kitchen) and mocks me by landing noticeably on the white pages of my desk calendar just long enough to thumb its nose (or analogue thereof) at me. I swat at it pro forma, but it's way faster than I am.

I haven't seen it today, however, so maybe nature has taken its course.

[flemmings]

I thought fruit flies had a minimal lifespan of, like, a day. But either mine are special or they breed where I can't see them, like maybe in the drains? Bleach doesn't seem to help.

[smokingboot]

Wild winds blow in cold and glorious sun

Love that turn of phrase, I could see it as I read it.

[flemmings]

It's a very Novemberish topos up here, as are 'the good weather grey clouds'.