![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Oct. 2nd, 2016 01:36 pmI have recently been infested with teeny tiny flies. It puzzled the hell out of me, because I don't keep food outside of the fridge, the compost pail is sealed, and I've been scooping the litter box every single day ever since the first fly appeared (and even before that I was usually scooping every other day). Today I discovered the culprit: an apple core that I thought I had thrown into my sealed compost pail a few days ago, but which in fact had become wedged in between the back of the compost pail and the kitchen wall. Yuck!
The question becomes, now that I have located the food source of these tiny pestilential insects, will the flies die off on their own soon, or do I need to buy a big can of Raid or similar to kill them off? I don't care for the idea of breathing in Raid, but at the same time, I am willing to do so if that's the only way to get rid of them.
I recently discovered a website called Quora, where you can ask the most bizarre questions and people will actually answer them. In fact, they've mostly already been asked and answered. I have no IDEA what this website's business model is. There's no advertising whatsoever, and you don't have to pay a subscription fee, but for the first few days I was addicted to reading all the esoteric questions and answers I could lay my hands on.
However, I figured out that there's a lot of Sexism 101, Racism 101, Homophobia/Transphobia 101 idiocy out there. In spite of the fact that every previous answer is saved, people keep asking the same stupid questions, and other people keep on patiently explaining. Could we move on to 201 instead, please? I just don't have the patience to be a question-answerer on Quora, I've realized.
Young Miss Weaver (who is 7 years old and ought to be called Middle-Aged Miss Weaver by now) has been very cuddlesome of late. Pretty much ever since the handyman left at about noon yesterday. She was hiding...somewhere the whole time he was there, probably under the couch or at the back of the bedroom closet. Fortunately he has a cat as well, and understood that just because he couldn't see the cat didn't mean she didn't exist, and he was very careful when entering and exiting not to let her out. Which was quite unnecessary, because YMW hunkers down in a safe space when strangers come in and there she stays until they're gone, but was considerate of him.
If anybody in the Vancouver area is looking for a good handyman, feel free to PM me and I'll PM you back with his contact details. Anyway, she came out shortly after he left, meowing plaintively, and ever since she hasn't moved from my side except to eat or use the litter box. I have a guard cat!
Oh, and FIFA has disbanded its anti-racism task force on the grounds that it has accomplished everything it was supposed to do. Neat trick!
The question becomes, now that I have located the food source of these tiny pestilential insects, will the flies die off on their own soon, or do I need to buy a big can of Raid or similar to kill them off? I don't care for the idea of breathing in Raid, but at the same time, I am willing to do so if that's the only way to get rid of them.
I recently discovered a website called Quora, where you can ask the most bizarre questions and people will actually answer them. In fact, they've mostly already been asked and answered. I have no IDEA what this website's business model is. There's no advertising whatsoever, and you don't have to pay a subscription fee, but for the first few days I was addicted to reading all the esoteric questions and answers I could lay my hands on.
However, I figured out that there's a lot of Sexism 101, Racism 101, Homophobia/Transphobia 101 idiocy out there. In spite of the fact that every previous answer is saved, people keep asking the same stupid questions, and other people keep on patiently explaining. Could we move on to 201 instead, please? I just don't have the patience to be a question-answerer on Quora, I've realized.
Young Miss Weaver (who is 7 years old and ought to be called Middle-Aged Miss Weaver by now) has been very cuddlesome of late. Pretty much ever since the handyman left at about noon yesterday. She was hiding...somewhere the whole time he was there, probably under the couch or at the back of the bedroom closet. Fortunately he has a cat as well, and understood that just because he couldn't see the cat didn't mean she didn't exist, and he was very careful when entering and exiting not to let her out. Which was quite unnecessary, because YMW hunkers down in a safe space when strangers come in and there she stays until they're gone, but was considerate of him.
If anybody in the Vancouver area is looking for a good handyman, feel free to PM me and I'll PM you back with his contact details. Anyway, she came out shortly after he left, meowing plaintively, and ever since she hasn't moved from my side except to eat or use the litter box. I have a guard cat!
Oh, and FIFA has disbanded its anti-racism task force on the grounds that it has accomplished everything it was supposed to do. Neat trick!
