“A pyrethrin is a substance that acts as a neurotoxin and is very effective against flies and other insects. Because of its effectiveness, it is a common ingredient in fly bait traps, and it can be dangerous to humans…You can absorb this substance through your skin by touching liquid fly baits or ingest it by using fly baits in too close a proximity to food …pyrethrins have yielded results in laboratory tests that indicated carcinogenicity. Some fly baits and pesticides also use organophosphates, which are highly effective in killing insects, but are also listed as an ingredient in chemical warfare agents.” Livestrong
I have written about the fly problem before. It seemed under control. Today, I discovered differently.
For a variety of reasons, I am dismayed to see flies and everything they signify. I detest them. So, I stood there looking at all the dead flies and the equally alive ones. I headed to the hardware store.
With a purpose, a determination fit for a siege, I drove to the hardware store. I left my wife to fend for herself selling ‘vintage patio furniture’. I strode to the aisle where deadly substances are shelved. I secured an assortment of concoctions and set them down on the counter as if I was buying boxes of ammunitions. I returned….tipped my hat to ladies looking at fine Eames chairs and marched to the garage and the shop in back. Following the age old ways, I did not read the instructions; rather I followed the ‘if a little is good, a hell of a lot more is cataclysmic”. I held my breath, put my sleeve up over my nose and mouth and sprayed until not a creature was stirring…not even one damn fly. Freaky was the silence except for fluttering wings buzzing of flies already stuck into those tacky damn fly strips. I shut the door. Taped a sign to the door…’do not enter….danger’ and waltzed back out to the driveway to push fine patio furniture.
“Ralph wept for the end of innocence, the darkness of man’s heart….” (Lord of the Flies)
On a lighter note, the sale was ok today. Not much of the big stuff moved, but a lot of little stuff did. More importantly, we met lots of neighbor folks who were very kind and spoke in sweet ways about my Aunt. I have decided to call a dealer to negotiate selling the bigger pieces tomorrow. We have a good sense of the pieces worth in various conditions. We need to move them and gain the space to set up. I refuse to stand still seeking the highest dollar for every item. My Aunt did that. My Mom did that. “No reasonable offer refused” didn’t elicit too much today. If the dealer is hell bent on taking advantage then I will retreat to eBay and aggressively see what transpires. In the meantime, a large downpour is taking place, the lightning-thunder combo is exciting…..and all our cardboard signs we so painstakingly stapled/nailed to strategic poles this morning are probably taking a dousing across town.