I had written a poignant and insightful Fourth of July message last night, but something much more compelling has occurred so I will squeeze this one in first.
I awoke this a m to find PeeDiddie, the cat,completely potted. She had passed out on the center island of my kitchen where I suspect she cavorts when I’m not around to monitor her activity.
Could this be Pee Diddie’s Future?
It’s all my fault. I’m an unintentional enabler.
I’ve been tortured by a population of fruit flies since The Farmers Market opened and I can’t eat all the produce I bring home before it begins to compost. Someone told me to place a couple of bowls of beer around the kitchen and the little pests would dive in and die happily.
The protocol was working pretty well until I discovered all the bowls completely empty a few hours ago. I couldn’t awaken Pee and she had alcohol on her breath. She also had the hiccups. The center island appeared to have been the scene of a party last night. I wonder if she invited all her friends in.
If anyone has a better idea of how to get rid of fruit flies please let me know asap. They spent the evening procreating and now I may have to shut down the kitchen until I can get an exterminator. Hey. What a great excuse – I’m out of the food service business for the remainder of the summer.