Toil and Trouble Tuesday: D’Oh!

Trying to sell our house, we’ve gone out of our way to make it as attractive as possible. We wanted to attract buyers. Problem is, we attracted something else instead.

There are three cats who love our house more than their own and there’s a chipmunk who’s set and determined to be the next resident. But worse than either of them, are the fruit flies.

One tiny, innocent fruit fly appeared in our kitchen one day. Apparently, he liked what he saw because the next day he brought fifty-two of his closest friends.

Gross and annoying they may be, but I don’t like to kill them. So, I searched in Google and created a trap. You use plastic wrap and cover a small container that has juice or wine or vinegar, then poke holes into the plastic. The flies smell the juice and go in through the holes. Since they’re not exactly mental giants, they forget how they got in and can’t come out.

It worked like magic and soon there were ten of the little flies buzzing away inside the container. Determined to save their insect lives, I took them outside. I thought I’d release them back into the wild (aka my backyard) where they would live happily with others of their kind. It would be a beautiful, cathartic experience that would enrich my cosmic Karma and their experience with humankind. I even heard music playing in my head as I lifted the plastic wrap…

And they flew right back into the house.

Maybe I should wonder about my own mental capacity.


Our first house showing.

We’ve cleaned the house from rafters to foundation. Our tiled floors have been swept, then moped and then dried to avoid any streaks. We sanded, then painted our deck until it gleamed like new. We trimmed, puffed and pruned our bushes and shrubs until they looked their best. Any and all inside plants that looked sickly were trimmed if semi-healthy, or watered if alive. We’ve added newly potted plants with flowers to our living area and deck. We even bought fancy-looking hand towels for the bathroom.

Honestly, I think Martha Stewart would be proud.

But no one came to see our house.

Part of the issue was our realtor somehow put the wrong information online and our house appears listed some 100 Km from where we actually live, in the middle of nowhere. Part of the issue is that it’s the middle of the weekend and people are busy. Part of the reason is that the realtor was supposed to call my hubby for showings and, since he’s technologically challenged, he forgot to charge his phone and the thing is dead.

Still, when we heard the dogs freaking out at the door, we were delighted. A showing! Someone had finally come to see our house! We ran to the door…

We had a visitor alright.