Routing the Insurgency

If I've learned anything in life it is that it is easier to quarterback from the sidelines than it is in the game. That's what makes war so hard. Well, one of the things. Because you might be very clear about your objectives. You might be sure of the rightness of your cause. You might have confidence in your generals and the strength of your troops. But you are still up against an enemy, an insidious enemy. Just when you think you have figured them out, they come up with another strategy. You destroy a stronghold and they find 3 more. You plug away, throwing the best you have at them, the body count grows but they just keep coming at you.

So despite the fact that I have put all the fruit and vegetables in the fridge, am taking all peelings and cores straight to the compost, despite setting cider vinegar traps that fill with their floaty little bodies, despite whacking wildly with a giant fly swatter, we still have a fruit fly infestation going on that is just bugging the snot out of me.

Despite my frustration, I will spend all day, if I have to, armed with intelligence from Google, to ferret out their hiding places, stop their little meetings and break their stranglehold on my kitchen. I could just wait for a killing frost but that could be weeks, even months from now. I can't cut and run because I'm responsible. Oh, but what was I thinking? Why did I think it was a good idea to leave out a bowl of plums in the first place? This could really hurt my legacy.