We don’t have that many flies in the area, however, our home managed to acquire two yesterday. It was quite simple to do. We left the door open during the cooler evening hours, thus giving them unlimited access to our crumbs.
One succumbed to the swatter early in the day, but the other little guy outmaneuvered me until 3:20 in the afternoon. He kept pestering me and finally met his doom in a most satisfying way. I opened the door housing the trash can. He flew to the edge, I swatted him, he fell in.
I could have waited for him to fly to “the dying light” in the music room, but I already had a little cemetery that needed vacuuming in there, which I also managed to remedy during the course of the afternoon.
Monday moments.