Fly Season

Every fall, fly season opens.  Unlike hunting season or the holiday season, it is not a season I look forward to.

The nasty pests congregate in groups,  slow, disgusting and fat, and then they magically multiply.

How do they get into my home in such droves?  I have screens on all the windows; I don’t leave the doors open all day.  I clean my house, and I do not live next to the town dump like the Ewell’s in To Kill a Mockingbird.  I can only imagine poor Mayella’s fly problem.

Last week, I left a spoon on the counter that I had been using to stir some soup on the stove.  When my husband went into the kitchen, no less than six flies were on that spoon.  Eeeeewwwwhhh! Even he was disgusted.

This is a problem that happens every fall.  Starting around the beginning of September through the first or second week of October, the flies come in.  At no other time of year do they behave like this.

Several years ago, my son went on a fishing trip with my Dad.  For the trip, my son used my husband’s fishing creel to store his daily catch.   Each evening, they would take their catch and clean it, except for one lone fish.

Somehow my son, who was around ten at the time, didn’t reach all the way to the bottom of his creel to collect all the fish on the last day of the trip.  Instead, he packed to go and shoved his fish filled creel into his duffle bag, with his clothes.  When he got home, he unpacked and set the creel, with the now rotting fish inside, onto a shelf in the garage.  When I started his laundry, his clothes smelled especially fishy, but I just figured it was because he was ten and had been wiping his fishy hands on them all weekend.

I washed them in hot water.  Problem solved, or so I thought until something began to smell in the garage.

This was the middle of July, and the stench kept getting worse.  Finally, we had a family “search the garage for the stink” party.

Lucky me, I was the one to find the creel.  I opened it up and peeked in only to be assaulted by a sight from a horror movie and an even worse stench.  Flies had found the fish before I did, and maggots covered it; they crawled up the sides of the creel, in and out of the half rotted trout.

I, of course, did what any self-respecting woman would do:  screamed, threw the creel on the ground, and ran.  Then, I got to be a mean mom and make my son go take care of it.

This only entailed picking it up with a shovel and depositing it into the garbage as we decided that we would rather get another creel than try to clean that one out.  (I guess that makes us typical Americans living in a consumable society, but that’s another post.)  I wasn’t touching the maggot filled creel regardless of how wasteful throwing it away was.

That’s the only time in my life I’ve seen maggots up close and personal.  For that I am thankful, but that leads to the question of all the flies.

Maggots are fly babies.  If I never see the babies, where do the adults come from?  In truth, I’m not sure I want to know the answer to that question.  I do know, that this is the only time that I can’t wait for really cold weather to get here, decimate the fly population, and put a solid end to fly season.

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  1. Deborah Batterman on October 10, 2011 at 6:19 pm

    Calling this post ‘vivid’ is an understatement. I, like you, would have done what any self-respecting woman would do. 😉

  2. Deb R on October 11, 2011 at 2:39 am

    What you have is cluster flies, do you live in the country somewhere where cows used to be pastured? They live in the ground and burrow into the house through small openings. We have our house sprayed every August/September and it really helps.

    • Amy Isaman on October 20, 2011 at 3:13 am

      That sounds horrible!! I live near where cows are pastured, so maybe you’re right, even though having insects burrow into my house sounds like a true horror movie.

  3. Sharon Rosse on October 11, 2011 at 7:03 pm

    A timely topic and great story. I’ve killed at least six flies in our house this morning – have been wondering if Verne had left all the doors open last weekend while I was gone. Don’t know how or why they get in the house in the fall.

    You were wise to pitch Garet’s old stinky, maggot-infested creel into the garbage. Maybe some archeologist in future centuries will dig it out and create a whole scenario about 21st century life around it.

    • Amy Isaman on October 20, 2011 at 3:15 am

      I know! They just come in in the fall – ick.

  4. Claire on October 12, 2011 at 3:19 pm

    Some things best not kept, there’s a lesson about detachment perhaps?

    I’ve nominated your blog for a Liebster award Amy, come on over and check it out at

    • Amy Isaman on October 27, 2011 at 5:57 pm

      Claire – I just found this message! For some reason it went to Spam. I’m so sorry I didn’t respond earlier. Thanks again for your nomination. I enjoyed “paying it forward” to some blogs that I’ve enjoyed and hopefully we all increased a bit in readers. That was fun.

  5. Margaret Duarte on October 17, 2011 at 12:17 am

    I was visiting a friend who had baggies filled with water and copper pennies tacked above each entrance to her house. She claimed to have no problems with flies. She lived in town, surrounded by immaculate homes in a park-like neighborhood. I wondered if her method would work in the country. I doubt it. Plus I don’t want baggies filled with water and pennies hanging at ever door. Oh well.

    • Amy Isaman on October 20, 2011 at 3:17 am

      That’s funny!! I’ve never heard of that but maybe its worth a try. I will admit I have rocks hidden in every corner of my classroom since a friend told me that negative energy tends to stay in corners and rocks breaks it up. I have no idea if it works, but hey, if I’m going to spend all day with 15 and 16 years olds who don’t like English class, I figure it can’t hurt!

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