Flies have become a menace. As much of a
menace as the village idiot who insists on
dumping his/her garbage on the side of the
common road, sending his/her kitchen waste
water down my wall, chopping his/her bally
fire wood in the middle of the common road
and raising their sons on kudu and
kassippu.
My family bought land away from Colombo
to surround ourselves with paddy fields and
breath the freshness of the air. Little did
we know that the paddy fields would be
illegally filled by unscrupulous relatives
of corrupt politicians and that the villager
would turn out to be the devil incarnate.
So you see. Flies. Flies in the soup,
bally flies in the garbage, flies in the
vegetables and if you say flied lice you
don’t have to be Chinese anymore. On
Saturday I decided we’ve endured four years
of flies and enough was jolly well enough.
Battery operated fly zapper
So there I was at the supermarket with my
five hundred rupees trying to make ends meet
and all, when I came across a battery
operated fly zapper. Three hundred rupees.
Considering the inflation I thought it
wasn’t bad. It was made in China but what
the hell.
I did recall that millions of toys had
been returned to China by Mattel due to
unsafe lead content but hey, it’s the flies
who’d get the lead in this case. So in went
the zapper into my shopping cart together
with the two plantains and four eggs.
But I wasn’t satisfied. I was planning a
two if not three pronged approach to the
problem so I prowled along the aisles and
then I saw it. A fly catching glue stick.
Hundreds of flies
Actually four glue sticks and a tin base
with four holes to hold the sticks. All you
need to do is position the glue sticks on
the base by dropping the non sticky side
into the holes and leave the thing to do its
work.
A picture showed hundreds of flies with
their eyes popping out sticking on to the
four red glue sticks while a little girl
watched triumphantly. And yes, You’ve
guessed it. Made in China too. ‘Throw away
after all flies are caught’ the instructions
added.
A-ha I thought. My eyes brightening
gleefully. Just the thing as a back up plan.
So armed with this anti fly equipment I went
off home feeling very much like the Lanka
Logistics Company big wigs immediately after
a successful meeting with the Pakistani and
Chinese Defence authorities.
Flayed the zapper
I put my arms and ammunition to work
straight away. Like a badminton pro – for
the zapper looked exactly like a mini
badminton/squash/or tennis racquet — I
flayed the zapper to and fro amidst a
thousand flies. Nothing happened. I pressed
the buttons and lights flashed menacingly
and in the melee one fly died because I
squashed it with my flying foot.
It is hard to work against the evil
forces that buy sub standard Chinese goods
and foist them on the unsuspecting public at
three hundred rupees.
But what about my back up plan. I looked
at my four red glue sticks and set them up
placing them near Rupert’s bowl of fish –
obviously a fly haven. Immediately one fly
stuck. I felt vindicated for some reason. I
don’t like all this killing flies business
but I’m compelled to these drastic measures
by the actions of the village idiots who
live next door. They and their bally
garbage throwing and their wood cutting.
Two hours went by and there were three
flies stuck on to four pretty large red
gooey sticks. And boy were they sticky. And
there for a space the matter rested.
Blood curdling scream
I was ambling down the stairs next
morning when my left ear was ravaged by a
blood curdling scream.
I rushed outside to inquire from whence
this screaming emanated and there our cook
Kanthi was, holding her heaving chest and
muttering ‘haamu, haamu,’ while
gesturing wildly at the balcony. ‘Rupert
kalabalayen eka paattama diwwa, monawada
rathu deyak patalila thibuna, bayawela wage’
she panted, and my mind immediately went
berserk. Could it be a snake I shuddered,
for ever since Eve’s experience with the
fellow in Eden she’s had an aversion for the
kind.
And then it hit me. Rupert had got
entangled in the four red glue sticks and
had been frightened out of her wits. I
called many times but she was too scared to
respond. Next morning after much coaxing she
appeared. One red glue stick stuck firmly on
her left nostril. Two red glue sticks
entangled inextricably into her large bushy
tail.
The last red glue stick stuck on her
spine horizontally like a spirit level. She
was terrified, the poor thing. For those red
glue sticks were as sticky as anything. No
amount of pulling could part cat from stick
as the red things stuck lovingly to Rupert.
I had to cut them off her.
All said and done the fly sticks only
managed to catch three flies and a large
cat. Good work. May be next time I want to
wage war against the flies, I’ll buy my ammo
through Lanka Logistics as well.