A fly was buzzing around me all day, bumping into me, landing on the TV screen, taking an unhealthy interest in things I wanted to eat, so when the opportunity arose, I trapped him in the fridge. He had followed me into the kitchen, and when I opened it he just flew right in, so I acted on impulse and there he was. I only kept the door closed for about 5 seconds but when I opened it again he flew right at the window and bounced off it until I opened it and knocked him out the gap. As much as I'll never know what nasty things he might have done in there to all the food, I did learn at least 2 things from this encounter.
1) Flys know where the goddamn window is, they just don't necessarily want to leave. I always imagine that they just don't know what's going on when they spend inordinate amounts of time flying in circles in the middle of a room, but it seems that they do, and they've chose to do whatever the fuck it is they are doing.
2) Flys hate captivity (or maybe just the cold). It can't have been that cold in there after only about 5 seconds, so I'm assuming that when it went dark in that fridge and the little bastard starting bumping off the walls of his cage, he did not like it one bit.
So if you ever find yourself with a fly problem, you don't have to kill them to get rid of them, just trap them somewhere, and their inherent claustrophobia will make them run (fly) for the great outdoors asap when you let them go.
Maybe. I mean I'm no scientist, so who knows, but feels true anyway.
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