OUR HOUSE IS THE AMITYVILLE HORROR
12 10 2006So, I donât know what was up yesterday, but we had this sudden infestation of flies. I think they may have come through a crack in the screen door. Now youâd think that if that were the case, there would maybe be one or two flies in the house, but there were dozens of them. DOZENS. Our house was like the Amityville Horror house.
I donât know how many I killed in the kitchen or by the front door. At one point I gave up and settled on the couch to knit. Chris came out of the office and I told him to get the fly swatter because I saw two flies resting on the front door. He killed them and looked down and said âOh My God. Look at all the bodiesâ?. The floor in the kitchen and in front of the main door looked like a fly war zone.
The best part by far was the fly that we incinerated on the stove. We were standing at the stove getting our dinner plates ready when I noticed a fly crawling around the back burner of the stove. Chris said âhurryâ? and before he could finish what he was going to say. I turned on the burner. We giddily watched the fly go up in a flash. We truly are sick and twisted.
uh-hu. wanta go to the museum sunday?
The image of the little fly going up in toasty flames….well, it brought a smile to my lips.
I guess I’m sick and twisted, too.
when i lived in Edmond, at one time I had the same problem. In my kitchen was a windowsill above the sink, and there were so many flies congregating there, it was laughable, like from an old cartoon, they looked like they were all assembling there to here their leader, rabble-rousing fly rally them to attack the human who keeps all the food from them. There were so many, I could just move a swatter back and forth without even trying and I’d be assured to kill at least a half-dozen or so. Eventually, I bought flypaper and put up a couple of strips. That caught so many, it looked like that scene in Gone With the Wind with all the bodies splayed across the fields. I stopped counting one strip when the bodycount reached 40.
When we used to have those halogen lamps, the flies and moths would fly into them and stink up the house. The boys thought that was the greatest thing they’s seen, until Papaw shot a mouse in a box.