Those flies!

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I've been crushing them, and they just... get up and fly off.  So, I hit them several times, if I can find them after the first swat.  Sometimes the first swat takes them out, sometimes they ignore it.  But by the third one, even the heartier of them is down.  I have no idea what breeds these are, but some of them are... amazingly resilient.

I had worried that it was just me.  My house, my yard, my problem.  I have heard, from others, that this isn't the case.  They seem to be in season, around town.  On the one hand, that makes me feel better.  On the other hand, not.  It is unfortunate that all need to suffer these pests.

Well, back to killing flies.  I have killed... dozens.  Just this morning.  Probably that many ever few hours.  At first I thought I was missing them.  Then, after finding fifty on the floor, around, I realized they are dying, it's just they are difficult to track after being hit.

Every time I clear the zone, they go away for awhile.  Then, the next time I am back, or later on, they return.  Sometimes a few at a time, but always then as a swarm.  Ugh.  I'll... keep killing them.  My guess is, it's like they know time is short.  Oh, and actually, my mother was talking about that recently.  Flies, even in Iowa, are bad this year, or were.  So... okay.  Still...  Bzzz  *SWATTTTT!*