Flies

2 of my readers (representing 66% of my readership) have complained that I do not update my blog often enough. I will like to tell them that I have been too busy to do it, but the sad truth is that I am just too damn lazy... nothing much interesting has been happening anyway.

Other than a few equations of interest, the most exciting thing to have happened recently is the discovery of tiny little fruit flies in my room! Given the recent state of my apartment (some might say I live in squalor), you might be surprised that flies have not appeared sooner, but nevertheless, it has been quite traumatic for me. They seem to have been introduced to my residence through a box of sauces from a certain chinatown supermarket which my parents have left in my care. Without giving it much thought at the time, I left the box in the toilet and flew off to Vancouver. I was horrified to return in a week to find 4 annoying insects flying around my room. I have managed to "eliminate" 2 of them, but the other 2 has eluded me, and I fear that they might be breeding in some corner. They are especially irritating because the flies seem not so interested in food stuff, but instead share the same taste in alcohol as me. So rather than buzzing about the unfinished plate of curry, they like to hover by the wine glass or whiskey tumbler.

Being of selfish nature, I was of course unwilling to share my "precious" with these uninvited pests. So after consulting "Mao the googler" I quickly constructed some traps to ensnare the little fuckers.

Unfortunately the camera is out of battery, so I can't present pictures of this marvellous feat of engineering, but basically, flytrap 1 is made from a funnel and a pickle jar, while flytrap 2 is made from a poland springs bottle. They are both of the design below.


Instead of vinegar, I baited the trap with a particularly nasty Chardonnay from Napa valley.

I check my traps everyday, but so far it has yielded nothing. But amazingly, I have not seen the remaining two flies around for the last few days. Perhaps they ODed on the drinks.