Bugs — 14 Comments

    • Appropriate, but they should be spinning like demented propellers?  

      Another mystery to add to my list – all flies are now deceased here, but there isn’t a single corpse to be seen.  The spray must have dissolved them?  Powerful stuff that French spray?

  1. We got an old fashioned fly swatter – very satisfying lobbing and volleying!  Re your disappearing fly cadavers – Penny hasn’t eaten them has she?  Our dogs try to do that given half a chance but then they are French and tend to eat anything!

    Can’t put a name to some of the bugs bugging us at the moment- long thin hairy things like mini scorpions that run like hell.  *cough cough*  you do know that the French word for “fly” is mouche ?

    • I have fly swatter somewhere also bought in France.  I call it my mouche masher.  I bought it when we were staying at a gîte that had a large hornets’ nest, and I used to have great fun sailing the buggers into the adjoining field.

    • I suppose there might be something in that “cure” but only on the proviso that the victim was infested with locusts or some other insect?  It’s a strange world.

  2. “Why do I have a sudden urge to lie flat on my back on the floor and spin violently while emitting a loud buzzing?”

    You could be on a winner with this stuff GD. A new dance craze perhaps? It’s obviously harmless or you wouldn’t be here to tell the tale. You could flog parfumé à la citronnelle outside dance parties. The new youtube sensation, ‘doin the Grandad’. Could go viral ! LOL

    • A whole new concept in break dancing?  I like it.  The daughter would be proud as she claims my dancing abilities are less than zero.  She could be right too, as the only time I ever dance is when I am out of my skull with the drink!

  3. We in the states, notably in the New England states, have labeled these flies that show up buzzing around the windows in the late fall and winter time, “cluster flies”. Where they originate from is somewhat a mystery but many old timers said that they come from the walls. I myself don’t know where the they come from but when they do I just sic the cats on them. They just love the little buzzing bastards.

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