Kathy Oltion - Shoo Fly
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Kathy Oltion
SHOO FLY
With thanks to Ray Wiebke.
There are two things people like to do with a new phenomenon; understand it and use it. Sometimes its not wise to be too particular about the order.
Barb Schoen stood at her kitchen counter and cursed the house flies buzzing around her head. It was always this way come August: long, hot, miserable days filled with the buzzing of black, sticky flies and only the hope of a cool shower to revive her. It made her wonder why shed ever claimed that summer was her favorite season.
She must have had temporary amnesia at the time. In addition to the fly invasion, her nosey Aunt Lydia always insisted on visiting for two solid weeks during the doggiest of days. The old woman complained continually, especially about Barbs cooking. The way Aunt Lydia fussed and picked at her food drove Barb crazy. It didnt matter what she prepared, it never met with her aunts approval. Going out wasnt the answer either. Aunt Lydia had a million ways to embarrass Barb in a restaurant. Barb still couldnt face the staff at her favorite Mexican place, even years later.
That was bad enough, but Aunt Lydia demanded constant personal entertainment from Barb and Barbs husband Denny, and found the most imaginative of excuses to snoop through the medicine cabinet. Worse yet, she was due to show up for this years visit in two days.
In a fit of pique, Barb waved the serrated kitchen knife in the air in front of her, slashing out at the hovering horde of flies. Aaahhh! she yelled primally, taking another swing, but the thought that she might actually hit a fly disgusted her so badly that she quit.
Blowing an auburn curl away from her left eye, she returned to the job of dicing the tomatoes shed just picked from her garden. It felt good to whack away on the red fruit, to just let go and chop like crazy and use her bottled-up, frustrated energy.
Jeez, Barb, Denny said, startling her. The slam of the screen door belatedly announced his arrival from the garden.
Barb looked up at her husband and said, What?
He glanced at the red pulp on the chopping board and back at her.
Theyd been married long enough to have developed their own non-verbal communication. She knew exactly what he meantthat hed caught her in the middle of a rage and didnt approve. She didnt care.
Weve got to do something about these flies or Ill go crazy, she said as she rinsed her hands.
He set a basket of plump green peppers on the counter beside her. Like what?
Do we have any bug spray? For a brief moment, the buzzing dimmed. She dried her hands then bent down to look under the sink.
We cant spray the house while were fixing dinner.
I cant fix dinner while theyre dive-bombing me either!
Denny gave her another of his looks, the one that said, Oh, come on now. She gave him a look in return: Im not kidding.
I can get the vacuum and suck them up, he said.
Eww!
Okay, tell you what. Lets just eat outside and Ill set up the tiki torches and citronella candles. He headed outside.
Yeah, whatever, she said to the slamming screen door. But Ive got to do something, she muttered. How can he not be bothered, she thought. She flicked her hand over the bowl that held the tomato pieces, making sure no flies had landed on them, then covered the bowl with plastic wrap and put it in the refrigerator.
The fly-swatter hung from a magnetic hook on the side of the fridge. Barb gripped it with grim determination and slammed the business end down on the counter, barely missing the hairy little beast by the sink. She raised it in preparation for another blow, but her target had disappeared. For that matter, so had all the other flies.
She looked around the kitchen and waved the swatter for good measure, but it looked like the flies had flown for cover. Thats better, she said aloud as she washed the peppers to add to the salsa.
* * *The heat of the day finally broke as Denny took the tuna off the grill. A cool, light breeze wafted the sweet scent of honeysuckle across the picnic table. At last, Barb allowed herself to relax as the gently moving air kept the flying intruders away.
Once dinner was over and the Sun had slipped below the horizon, Barb and Denny set about cleaning up and settling in for a quiet Sunday evening. She stacked the dirty dishes and carried them inside, but she nearly dropped everything when she walked into the kitchen. A swarm of flies, even larger than the one this afternoon, greeted her.
Denny! Did you leave a door open? she asked when he joined her.
Cant blame me, he said. I was very careful to latch the screen every time I went through it. He set the dirty utensils in the sink and went back for the last of the glassware. As he stepped outside, Barb watched two more flies sneak in.
Damn! She flung her arms madly around, as if she were hacking her way through dense jungle vines. The allure of raw fish juice and vegetable scraps must be what attracted them. She scraped the plates clean and decided to take the trash out immediately to see if that wouldnt help.
For a moment, while she concentrated on getting the food scraps into the trash, it seemed that all the flies congregated around her, buzzing furiously. The illusion disintegrated the moment Denny returned and the flies were everywhere again.
Here, let me, Denny said, taking the trash can from her.
Thanks. Barb rinsed the plates off for good measure and piled them into the dishwasher while Denny carried the trash outside. At least half of the swarm followed Denny. That left only dozens of flies behind. Barb reached for the swatter again and got off one good swing before the rest disappeared.
Where the hell did they go? She looked around, squinting to see flies against the dark cabinets of the kitchen. Wait, theres one! She swung the swatter, but her intended victim flew right past her. She didnt see where it went. Another glance around satisfied her that the coast was clear.
Barb slipped the swatter back to its hook and wiped down the counters. Her hands shook with exasperation. Maybe shed have another glass of wine.
Shortly after the 11 oclock news, Barb and Denny closed up the house for the night and she convinced him to let her go ahead and spray the kitchen.
Seems kind of silly to spray now. I mean, theres nothing moving anyway.
Maybe so, but I know theyre here somewhere. That many flies dont just spontaneously leave.
As long as itll make you happy
Barb fogged the kitchen with the spray, then gave the baseboard a shot for good measure and put the can away. She hurried out of the room. Phew. I feel like I need another shower.
Make it quick. Ive got to get up early in the morning.
Barb skinned out of her clothes. They smelled like sweat, charcoal smoke, fish and bug spray. Yuck! Shed just run these down to the laundry room now rather than leave them in the hamper in their bedroom. This way she wouldnt wake up in the middle of the night with that stink in the air. Naked, she tiptoed in the dark to the basement and flung her clothes toward the washer. Shed worry about being neat in the morning.
As she made her way past the kitchen, the insecticide fumes invaded her nose, but it was the buzz that made her stop and turn the light on. Three or four big black flies buzzed in a holding pattern in the middle of the room. These were the kind of flies that looked like escapees of a genetics experiment gone wrong; the kind that thrived on chemicals and just kept growing bigger. Exasperated, Barb stomped into the kitchen and snatched up the swatter. She was determined to get herself a trophy. But like magic, the moment her hand touched the handle, the flies were gone.
Barb, are you coming to bed or what? Dennys tired voice called out from the bedroom. He never could fall asleep until she came to bed, too.
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