It's the three stripes. * Russian voice * Loving it.
There are a lot of photos of them squatting like this when there is no chair. It's like making your legs into a chair.
If I tried this, I'd tip over. If it worked then my legs would lock into that and I wouldn't be able to get up. It's a lose/lose situation with me.
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The most important thing to yutes is to be hip, with-it, au courant. Later the most important thing is to keep breathing.
Adidas is de rigueur for Russian Gangstas and wannabes.
ricpic ain't it the truth.
I don't get it. No, no, not the Adidas thing, the files in the house thing.
Last night, after going out to buy Raid, I thought it was over.
The body count was 18 - give or take a fly or two. Almost every one was on or near the center window in the dining room. It's the only place where sunlight comes in due to the sheer drapes. I guess that's what draws them there. Maybe.
This morning there was one in the kitchen. I gassed him. Thought he was just a leftover. But then two hours later I checked the fly window and there were three more - RIP.
But I just checked again and there were FOUR more - The bodies are piling up.
There's nothing organic in or near the house that could serve as a breeding ground and the house is sealed up quite tight to keep the heat and the mosquitoes out. There's one bag of dry garbage in the garage but no flies buzzing around and no odors anywhere that would be popular with the fly community.
Where the fudge are they coming from? It's worth mentioning that they are slow and easy to kill. Not very fly-like at all in that respect. Newborns maybe?
Rab, did you check your basement windows? I had a fly problem two summers ago and discovered that one of my basement windows was slightly ajar. That's all it took for the flies to invade. This is all assuming you have basement windows. And check the attic as well. Hole in a screen?
Maybe you have a dead raccoon under your porch.
Or something similar.
Something died, maggots were laid there by flies and now they're coming inside.
Check your fireplace.
The houses in the foothills where my parent's home is get a lot of animals come in to escape weather.
My parents had a raccoon give birth in their chimney.
Their neighbor had snakes come into their basement.
Allow me to relate my worst dead fly story.
This is intended to ease your pain.
It was at the barracks to the gold mine that Friend 2 bought.
He was way into investments before he died.
Friend 1 drove me up there to meet Friend 2 and several other people for a weekend.
The barracks is an ordinary house such as one bought from Sears. It was set in the lower portion of a geologic bowl.
This is one of the more outstanding weekends I've ever spent with ridiculously outrageous specifically Colorado elements to it. The whole thing blew me away. I still have a rock that I pulled from the dross or dregs whatever that's called, rocks piled up outside a mine, ore with real gold in it. But too poor to bother transporting and smelting.
That's what they told me.
Maybe now it would be worth it. I don't know.
A whole pile of this ore rocks right outside the boarded up mine. A very large pile.
And a genuine beaver dam right there at the bottom of the property.
And gold to pan in the creek up the hill behind the house.
Big horn sheep on the rocks high above tree line.
Marmosets right outside the door.
Hummingbirds all over the place doing acrobatics around the feeder.
How awesome is all that?
Friend 1 doesn't even remember any of this.
GAWL!
What a FUCK WAD
Honestly. Come on! Who can forget this.
See what happens when you drink so much?
Alcohol is bad for your brain.
This was the weekend that Lady Di married Prince Charles. Because everyone was talking about that and I was all, "Are you people out of your goddamn minds? You're Americans !
Everything about British royalty is to be dismissed, but no, they were all totally into it and discussed it the ENTIRE WEEKEND!
"Why are you talking about this so much?"
"Oh, the pomp and circumstance."
"OMG, what does that even f'k'n mean?"
Aaaaarrrrrg.
Anyway, we entered the house at night. The owner said something I'll never forget.
"It's totally cold."
And it was .
Totally. Completely evenly cold. Every board, every brick, every stone, every door handle, every tile, every little thing was exactly the same degree minus something in Fahrenheit inside and out. The house was one with the hillside temperature-wise.
Getting the place warmed up took all night.
At morning the window sills were visible and they were all COMPLETELY COVERED WITH DEAD FLIES.
Ghastly horror of flies.
Thousands and thousands and thousands of dead flies completely blackened ALL the windowsills.
They had to swept out. With a broom!
They went into the house for warmth and then died in there at the windows.
ALL the animals went inside the house if they could.
Even bears.
I'll never forget those flies.
OMG!
It's still a horror.
Just another element that made that trip absolutely utterly unforgettable. A very real Colorado gold mine. I learned how they lived.
Your flies are nothing compared to that.
Nothing, I tell you.
Because you can count your flies.
But then you're not at tree line in the wilderness.
No basement.
Double windows with good screens. The skeeters would have found a hole already.
Built a small fire in the fireplace last night to clear it just in case.
I've searched the house. There's nothing rotten or even organic laying around inside and nothing obvious outside.
Could be a dead hobo in the attic but I don't see how the flies are getting from there to the dining room. And I don't smell anything maggoty.
The attraction to that one window is odd. I cloroxed it last night so it must be the sunlight drawing them there. It's also odd that they are lethargic and slow to react.
I'd feel quite grossed out if they were zipping all around the house, but with them congregating up front it's strange rather than nasty.
Sounds like cluster flies. They often breed in soil. Do you have houseplants?
Look up cluster flies.
Check the bird blocks in the eaves if you have them, there are usually screens to keep out critters but sometimes birds will push through them and leave an opening.
I was startled by a wasp that landed on the lamp next to my computer last night. I looked at him and resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have to kill him. I went to the next room to get a swatter and when I came back he was gone. I looked everywhere with a powerful flashlight but no wasp, and no wasp this morning. I'm probably fooling myself but I'd like to think that's all it took to get rid of him.
Good luck, however you do it.
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