The common housefly brings a whole new meaning to the term “travel bug”. When people speak affectionately about having “caught the travel bug”, they’re not speaking about snaring insects, but about the desire to travel and explore the world that spreads like a virus within their soul, and that nothing, save an expedition to an unexplored destination, can cure.
Unfortunately, the conventional housefly also loves to travel and has been found in all its irritating and germ-infested glory in various countries of the world. It loves to procreate, too, and just when you think you have one troublesome fly on your hands (or floating in your soup), you find yourself with a whole swarm to combat.
Now, I have to admit that I’m a squealer and a ‘get up and flap around like a woman possessed’-type of person when it comes to all things bug related, and being in the company of others isn’t usually enough to deter my enthusiastic reaction. So I had a bit of a squeal, and I had a bit of a flap, but then I suddenly realised just how hungry I was, and having waited almost an hour for the food to come out, I wasn’t about to let it go to waste, flies or no flies. So I drew a deep breath, noted with relief that people were no longer gawking at me, and sat down, ready to tackle my meal. The flies really were incredibly persistent and the only way to eat anything was to do it by placing a table napkin over the food and lowering my head so that my fork had but a millisecond to travel through the fly infested air to reach my mouth, which was gaping open like that of a freshly caught Cod.
Now as you’re more than likely aware, due to their high intake of food, flies constantly deposit feces anywhere and everywhere, making them dangerous carriers of over 100 pathogens, those causing Typhoid, Cholera, Dysentery and Anthrax to name but a few. So my reaction to the humble housefly may well be embarrassing for those who happen to be with me, but not only can the winged tykes drive you to the brink of insanity with their perpetual buzzing, but they can make you really poorly, too.
I know that the warmer the climate, the happier the flies are and the quicker they can reproduce, and so it’s no surprise that my most troubling encounters with them have been in hot countries. Here in Morocco, the flies are ridiculously rampant. Should you leave your door or your window open the merest of cracks, the little blighters will find their way in and I’ve lost count of how many cans of industrial strength fly spray we’ve gotten through since we’ve been here.
Happy swatting, folks!
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