How do I know it's there?
The dead flies of course.
I shut the house up on Tuesday. When I returned the following Sunday, all seemed well at first glance. I unloaded the car, put the groceries on the kitchen table, went to turn the hot water cylinder back on. The usual sort of thing. While in the lounge, I recognized the faint buzz of a fly in it's death throws, coming from one of the windows. I though nothing of it. Back in the kitchen, I was unpacking the groceries, putting milk in the fridge, etc. But when I turned towards the sink, I was greeted with the sight of a fresh battlefield.
Bodies lay dead or dying, writhing, buzzing. Some few stumbling around in confusion, but lacking strength. They seemed to radiate out from the kitchen window above the sink. The windowsill itself was a scene of horror, of grand magnitude. Flies had thrown themselves against the glass in an attempt to escape, until their bodies could no longer take it.
This was highly disturbing.
I can only assume they had hatched out of their maggoty forms sometime between Tuesday and Sunday, and lacking any food or water, became weak and death-prone. But, WHERE DID THEY COME FROM? I left no food out. I emptied the compost bin and rubbish before I left. The pantry was closed, and was flyless. No sign of any bad smells. No, the only conclusion is that THERE IS A DEAD BODY SOMEWHERE.
There are gaps everywhere in the kitchen. Between walls, ceiling, cupboards, and floor. These flies have crawled out of some hidden space and infested my food preparation area.
This has disturbed me more than the weta that climbed out of the gap between the wall and ceiling in the bathroom while i was having a shower. And that looked like this.
