Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.
Aaron and I have engaged ourselves in a new activity when we get home from work. Fly swatting.
We have had the exterminators come "fix" the problem a couple of weeks ago. Since then we have taken the matter into our own hands. Each night we decrease the population by at least 90% and each day come home to a new swarm.
"I feel like I need to go to church. I have done a lot of killing lately."
"You'd think one of the survivors would go spread the word that their friends are dying."
We are pretty sure they are coming in through the sink drain. I'm not sure how they get into the pipes that lead to the sink drain, but I would like to figure it out.