With fruit flies.
I know, it’s disgusting. It’s all John’s fault. Teenage boys are gross. Grosser than gross. The grossest human beings on the planet.
One of John’s chores is to take out the trash and recyclables each day. Part of that task is to empty all the trash cans in the house. One in each bathroom, one in his room, one in Taryn’s room, and one in the laundry room. It would take roughly three minutes to complete this task each night.
But he rarely empties all the cans. I’m pretty sure he only empties them when I remind him.
The other rule of this house, which no one follows, is no food downstairs. Our house is split-level so downstairs includes the big kids bedrooms, a bathroom, the laundry room, and a living area. No food allowed, mostly because I know they won’t clean up their mess.
They don’t. There are constantly cups, empty bags of chips, and plates downstairs. I let it slide, as a parent you have to pick your battles. There aren’t cockroaches in Alaska, so I don’t get too upset about the mess.
The last few days I’ve noticed fruit flies upstairs. Not a lot, but enough to irritate me. Enough that I have to double-check my wine glass so one of them doesn’t wind up in my mouth. I couldn’t figure it out. My bananas were green. There was no bad smell indicating rotten fruit or potatoes. Taryn said there were lots of flies downstairs, so she started cleaning.
She found two banana peels in the garbage can in the bathroom.
You know, the one John is supposed to empty every night.
She cleaned. I cleaned. Dallas and I berated John.
His excuse (I’m not making this up) was this, “See, when I threw the peels in the garbage can I missed. So they landed in the cabinet next to the can. My chore isn’t to clean out the cabinet. It’s just to empty the trash. The banana peels weren’t in the trash, so I just left them there.”
Thanks to the internet I now I have two fruit fly traps of apple cider vinegar and dish soap in my house.
I also have a countdown to when the teenager moves out. And a glass of wine, with a cover on it.