An observation and questions for fellow Submersible Askers.
I seem to have fewer flies and other insects around the house and outdoors than in previous years. I hasten to add this is not the result of a sudden outbreak of excess scrubbing and housework around the place, the mutts would never tolerate that.
3 or 4 years ago I had to install old-fashioned fly-papers to capture some of the winged torments we were plagued with but not this summer. The Flea, small terrierist who attaches herself parasitically to larger critters of any species, has had fewer opportunities to launch herself into the air like an anti-aircraft missile to fight off squadrons of germ-bombers and Mason, The Flea's Rottweiler brother, dozes and drools away outdoors with nothing to distract him from his dreams of raw chicken and steak.
The front of the Tatty Toyota is clear of the blood and guts splatters of midges and other insects that fly at less than the speed-limit meaning the regular crud-removal tasks I undertook in previous years are unnecessary. Yes, mileage is way down but even on the few trips I've taken, I've felt lonely without the uninvited, passed-over passengers smeared all over.
How are ye fixed for flies out there or were these the uncounted, unmourned, unanticipated victims of some other new virus? Or is all the new scrubbing, isolation, cocooning doing away with or wearisome, winged scourges? If flies seem to be fewer, what about bees and others?
I seem to have fewer flies and other insects around the house and outdoors than in previous years. I hasten to add this is not the result of a sudden outbreak of excess scrubbing and housework around the place, the mutts would never tolerate that.
3 or 4 years ago I had to install old-fashioned fly-papers to capture some of the winged torments we were plagued with but not this summer. The Flea, small terrierist who attaches herself parasitically to larger critters of any species, has had fewer opportunities to launch herself into the air like an anti-aircraft missile to fight off squadrons of germ-bombers and Mason, The Flea's Rottweiler brother, dozes and drools away outdoors with nothing to distract him from his dreams of raw chicken and steak.
The front of the Tatty Toyota is clear of the blood and guts splatters of midges and other insects that fly at less than the speed-limit meaning the regular crud-removal tasks I undertook in previous years are unnecessary. Yes, mileage is way down but even on the few trips I've taken, I've felt lonely without the uninvited, passed-over passengers smeared all over.
How are ye fixed for flies out there or were these the uncounted, unmourned, unanticipated victims of some other new virus? Or is all the new scrubbing, isolation, cocooning doing away with or wearisome, winged scourges? If flies seem to be fewer, what about bees and others?
