The fruit fly dilemma

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The fruit fly dilemma

March 6, 2018
This dishevelled little owl doesn't like it when fruit flies fly between her nose and the computer screen when she's working on her novel. Their pestering makes her CRANKY - all the more because she can't catch-and-squash them no matter how quick she is. Can't catch them upstairs in her study. Can't catch them downstairs in the kitchen where THERE IS NO FRUIT or anything that explains all the legions (the absolute ARMADA) of fruit flies sailing through the house. And so. The little owl (who doesn't like fly sprays or poisonous things) decided enough is enough. She brought out some champagne glasses. (Long and thin.) She poured a little red wine into the bottom of each glass. She rolled white paper into cones (wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, stopping a finger's width short of the surface of the wine.) She snipped off the bottom of each cone. (Just so pesky fruit flies can smell the wine and fly in but can't get back out again because the wide part of the cone blocks the rim of the glass.) (Fruit flies aren't very smart.) Next morning, the fruit flies were no longer in the little owl's house because they were ALL IN THE CHAMPAGNE GLASSES. Some were swimming. (Backstroke, she thinks.) MOST were ex-fruit-flies. (No longer of this world.) It was, she decided (pleased with herself), a magnificent victory for dishevelled owls everywhere.