Did you know you can suck up a fly with a vacuum? Yep. Found that out today. Adds a totally new dimension to cleaning house. A real life video game – sucking up flies before they bombard my head.
It occurred to me while I was waving the vacuum wand through the air, that I have cleaned THIS house way more times than I cleaned that other, big, huge house. And we’ve only been here a few months.
It may be because this one isn’t really mine. It belongs to someone else, so I feel a moral obligation to keep it clean. Probably a bigger reason is that it’s tiny in comparison. No longer do I have an overwhelming feeling that I’ll never get it all clean. Or it’ll take forEVER if I do. And who wants to spend their day off doing that? Certainly not me. Which is why it never got done.
But now… now it’s quick and easy and I can have the whole house clean in an hour or so. And today I found out I can even vacuum the stairs with that same plug I use to vacuum the rest of the house. THAT’S what I’m talking about!
Back to the flies. I can’t believe how many of them we have in the house! I mean, we still live near fields, but in our old house we were surrounded by them. Fields, I mean. And though we had flies in that house, THIS house seems to be filled with them. ‘Course this house is smaller, as I may have mentioned, so perhaps we seem to run into them more since we live in closer quarters. We have a fly swatter in every room, but I like the vacuum trick better. No fly carcasses buried in the carpet. Or fly guts spattering the walls. I wonder if the vacuum kills them.? Perhaps they’re flying around the canister amidst all the dog hair, and when I empty it, they’ll come out stronger and angrier. *shiver* Maybe I just won’t empty it.
On the bright side, winter arrived today. We literally watched it roll in while eating breakfast this morning. The wind picked up, leaves whirled around our back yard, and the temps dropped drastically. Tonight’s frost should put an end to those pesky flies, right? I mean, isn’t that why we have winter? Can’t think of any other reason it comes around every. single. year.
It doesn’t bother me though. The bitter cold. The blustery winds. The gray skies. Nope. Doesn’t bother me one bit.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to check rates on a flight down to Florida.