And here I thought that I was going to make a relatively serious post today...HA! Today is the day I should have written about yesterday... (do you remember the phrase, "Today is the tomorrow you worried about yesterday"?)
As you all probably figured out, we are on the road in Colorado. We are currently at a Colorado State Park, north of Denver. For the last few days we have been swatting flys in the motor home. Until today, they were not bad, but each day the quantity of flys have been increasing. Today we were swatting flys at an alarming rate. Now that begs the question, where are those little buggers coming from.
These are not your regular house flys, more like big fruit flies (REALLY BIG fruit flies) but smaller than the run-of-the mill house fly. We noticed that when we were outside, there was not a preponderance of flys, only inside the motor home. Well, as you can imagine, the hunt began. What could have died in the motor home that we can't smell, yet are drawing flys?
After much searching, we really found nothing. That is, until we lifted the seat of the toilet. Who would have thought to look there (no jokes...). Apparently those guys somehow got into our holding tank and are breeding their little hearts out. At this point (please remember it is now late in the evening when we discover this) I don't want to use the toilet because every time you open the lid, 4-5 flys come zooming out. At first we thought, OK, it's got to be residual smell that is drawing the flys to the toilet.
Well, it wasn't residual smell as I noted earlier. We determined that when we held the little flapper door open and waited. Lo and behold, flys kept flying out of our black tank into the bathroom. Now if it was just me, I would have closed the flapper, killed the flys that came out and then put all kinds of chemicals in the tank to kill the remainder. But Steve wanted to be SURE the flys were coming from there and nowhere else, so he continues to hold the flapper open and let MORE flys into the motor home. Then he comes back to do it again to see if perhaps all the flys had gotten out??? Now can you imagine how many more flys are buzzing around the motor home, getting in my ears, hanging around lights, the dogs are going crazy trying to catch the flys and then Steve is running around with a fly swatter squishing flys willy nilly throughout the motor home.
The worst part about Steve and his fly swatter is the squish that is left after he has caught the fly. Those little guys make more mess dead than alive. It is truly gross. In Steve's defense, he does try to clean up the squish, but really, when he smacks a fly over my head when I am trying to type on the computer, where do you really think those guts go?
The good news is that we have figured a way to out-smart the flys. (I know, we are attributing more brains to flys). We put chemicals in the black tank in hopes of making it more inhospitable, but we are also keeping water in the bowl so the flys can't work their way up through the seals and start flying around here again. The bad news is what happens when you flush? I am not really interested in seeing a swarm of flys rise from the toilet once we basically open the top. Tonight I am walking to the outhouses, I refuse to be the one responsible for flushing and letting more flys into the motor home.
For those of you who thought motor home traveling was traveling for light-weights, you haven't dealt seen anything until you deal with this type of mess. But I still wouldn't trade this lifestyle for the world.
Hopefully I have been able to make you smile for a second day running. I know I promised a more serious article today, but this fly problem was way too funny to not pass along. Take care and I really promise to be more serious tomorrow.
As you all probably figured out, we are on the road in Colorado. We are currently at a Colorado State Park, north of Denver. For the last few days we have been swatting flys in the motor home. Until today, they were not bad, but each day the quantity of flys have been increasing. Today we were swatting flys at an alarming rate. Now that begs the question, where are those little buggers coming from.
These are not your regular house flys, more like big fruit flies (REALLY BIG fruit flies) but smaller than the run-of-the mill house fly. We noticed that when we were outside, there was not a preponderance of flys, only inside the motor home. Well, as you can imagine, the hunt began. What could have died in the motor home that we can't smell, yet are drawing flys?
After much searching, we really found nothing. That is, until we lifted the seat of the toilet. Who would have thought to look there (no jokes...). Apparently those guys somehow got into our holding tank and are breeding their little hearts out. At this point (please remember it is now late in the evening when we discover this) I don't want to use the toilet because every time you open the lid, 4-5 flys come zooming out. At first we thought, OK, it's got to be residual smell that is drawing the flys to the toilet.
Well, it wasn't residual smell as I noted earlier. We determined that when we held the little flapper door open and waited. Lo and behold, flys kept flying out of our black tank into the bathroom. Now if it was just me, I would have closed the flapper, killed the flys that came out and then put all kinds of chemicals in the tank to kill the remainder. But Steve wanted to be SURE the flys were coming from there and nowhere else, so he continues to hold the flapper open and let MORE flys into the motor home. Then he comes back to do it again to see if perhaps all the flys had gotten out??? Now can you imagine how many more flys are buzzing around the motor home, getting in my ears, hanging around lights, the dogs are going crazy trying to catch the flys and then Steve is running around with a fly swatter squishing flys willy nilly throughout the motor home.
The worst part about Steve and his fly swatter is the squish that is left after he has caught the fly. Those little guys make more mess dead than alive. It is truly gross. In Steve's defense, he does try to clean up the squish, but really, when he smacks a fly over my head when I am trying to type on the computer, where do you really think those guts go?
The good news is that we have figured a way to out-smart the flys. (I know, we are attributing more brains to flys). We put chemicals in the black tank in hopes of making it more inhospitable, but we are also keeping water in the bowl so the flys can't work their way up through the seals and start flying around here again. The bad news is what happens when you flush? I am not really interested in seeing a swarm of flys rise from the toilet once we basically open the top. Tonight I am walking to the outhouses, I refuse to be the one responsible for flushing and letting more flys into the motor home.
For those of you who thought motor home traveling was traveling for light-weights, you haven't dealt seen anything until you deal with this type of mess. But I still wouldn't trade this lifestyle for the world.
Hopefully I have been able to make you smile for a second day running. I know I promised a more serious article today, but this fly problem was way too funny to not pass along. Take care and I really promise to be more serious tomorrow.
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