The aftermath of official Flood Flies Day is a scene of horror and devastation. There are a few live crawling insects here and there in a background of millions of wings. Not only are they are they on the  table-tops, cupboards and floor but they have managed to crawl into every single crevice imaginable. There are wings stuck to food, water, jars, inside boxes and just about everything! They have left no stone unturned in their mass awakening and have truly done their job in destroying all hope of homely, pristine comfort.  Instead they have created a chaotic, maddening mess.

And…I am FREAKING OUT!!!

Look at these pictures!!!

Gnome is casually ignoring my nervous twitch and passing it off as amorous winking in his direction (he should be so lucky).

I am trying to reclaim my territories bit by bit and it is a real battle. To add to all this, there was a power-cut at 10am this morning. I had a picture in my head of all the 1000 Watt vacuum cleaners going off at the same time and all the women in Punta Gorda having a massive Post Flood Flies Freak Out (PFFFO!).

This event makes you think that man’s dominance over the environment is precarious at best.

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