Saturday, May 1, 2010

A round of applause.

Herein lies my family's next big challenge: fruit flies. Recently, we've been having a problem with fruit flies popping up all over the kitchen. We'll be eating dinner and a fruit fly and a couple of his buddies will fly across the dinner table. Every time we sit down to eat, fruit flies will show up out of nowhere. I feel like it's almost deliberate, like the fruit flies wait until the moment we sit down to eat, and then they mockingly fly over the table. It's gotten to the point where I can't take anything seriously because I'll hear clapping randomly in the middle of doing something. For example, I'm practicing piano in preparation for an upcoming recital. As I'm playing a piece that I think I've got completely memorized, I hear the clapping of my mother attempting to rid the kitchen of fruit flies. As I'm doing homework upstairs in my room, I'll become overwhelmingly distracted by my mother in pursuit of the kitchen fruit flies which will then be followed by a triumphant cheer at having finally killed one of the tiny suckers. You don't realize until you try to kill a fruit fly how rewarding it is. They slip away through your fingers, dodge your determined capture, and attack in numbers.

This one day, I open the microwave door to warm up my lunch and find at least 20 fruit flies swarming over a poor piece of pummelo. Totally taken aback, I slam the microwave door to contain the mass of flying insects. However, realizing my need to use the microwave, I quickly take out the pummelo (fruit flies and all) and plop it on the counter. I look back into the microwave and notice a couple lagging fruit flies. Vengefully, I close the microwave door and set the timer to 15 seconds on high. Yes, 15 seconds of pure hell will serve them right. After 15 seconds, I open the microwave again expecting to find fruit flies fried sitting on the bottom of the microwave. Instead, nothing, like they vanished into thin air. To my dismay, I realize that they probably escaped my vindictive microwaving through the circulation vents. No fried fruit flies today.