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Originally Posted by Olton Hall
(Post 14112845)
I hate house cleaning. That is all.
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You have my empathy, sir. I just experienced what seemed at the moment like a biblical plague. My office is a cleaning-exempt zone; it's left up to me, reinforced only by female moral suasion. Since that's been missing for a couple weeks, it's less than pristine.
Just before the other half's departure, we had a little do, and friends brought a box of 16 or 20 mangoes. Very nice; a number were eaten, and, ultimately, the uneaten ones ended up on a chair in here. With the rain, that chair became the repository for various drying outwear items, and the box of mangoes was out of sight, out of mind forgotten. But not by the fruit flies. I had been noticing a few more small flies than there should have been, but attributed it to the strawberry preserves that had been left open. Now, I was looking for the halogen lantern, picked up the raincoats, and a huge swarm of fruit flies rushed up and over me, like I should have been an Egyptian in The Ten Commandments.
Now the mangoes, in varying stages of fossilization, are outside, and the dazed and confused fruit flies are meandering around, looking for whatever comes next.
It's cleaning time, here, too.
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