Finally, a non-political post. What finally dragged my attention away from the most riveting presidential race in decades? Those little bugs that swarm around overripe bananas, that’s what. I don’t know what you call them. I’m sure a web search for “those little bugs that swarm around overripe bananas” would tell me, but I’m trying really hard not to waste so much time on trivial things. Anyway, last night they ruined a perfectly good glass of Chianti, and this morning I found out why. When I saw them swarming on the bookshelf in the hallway, where there are no overripe bananas, or where there aren’t supposed to be, anyway, I got that sick feeling that moms get when they know there’s going to be a really big mess to clean up. Sure enough, my 3-year-old had dropped a half-eaten banana behind the books.
That’s why I keep saying no food outside the kitchen and dining room! That’s why we mothers have rules that we harp on day and night, driving our kids (and often our husbands) crazy and making them mutter under their breath that we’re mean (kids) or compulsive (husbands). I couldn’t resist saying, “I told you so,” to Tessie. Like she cared. It just made her hungry for a fresh banana.
I also couldn’t resist Googling the bugs. They’re called vinegar flies, a very small variety of fruit flies. Now I know why they liked the Chianti so much. Don’t you just love the internet?
Only problem is, how much more vinegar fly bait did Tess deposit in the nooks and crannies of our home while I was online?