Fruit flies are a right fucking pain.
I don’t know whether it’s down to there having been a prolonged spell of hot, humid weather or what, but there seems to be a load of the things about.
I’ve been trapping them, spraying them and squashing them. I’ve even developed a Bruce Lee like ability to swat them out of the air. But no matter how many you despatch to the great rotting apple in the sky, go back into the kitchen after ten minutes or so and another load will have appeared from somewhere.
They’ve fair got my blood lust up, and I loathe the pestilential little cunts with a vengeance. You’re dead I tell you, you bastards. Dead.
Nominated by Ron Knee link by Jeezum Priest.