shoo fly - don't bother me.

Ho. Ly. Mackerel.  

AGH!  There are fruit flies in our house.  I don't know why.  I don't know where. I don't know anything about it, really, except here they are.  And every time I remain still for more than... five minutes, there they are.  Or shall I say, there IT is.  There's this one that is constantly flying around my face, whether I'm at the computer or on the couch or in the kitchen.  Perhaps it's more than one, but I've never seen more than one at a time, so who knows.  All I know is, as I'm sitting here at the computer - and pretty much every time I sit at the computer - I feel like I have little bugs all over my body.    I just keep thinking about my friends who had fruit flies lay eggs in that little hole in the back of their bathroom sink, the one that keeps it from overflowing if you leave the water on.  This is getting ridiculous.