The Great Fly Invasion

On Monday night, I came home to find about 30 big black flies in the spare room of my apartment. About ten were stuck to the window and the others were flying around the room. I spent about two hours frantically swatting to death as many as I could, aerosal hairspray in one hand, old magazine in the other. The aerosal hairspray didn't work so well. And on top of that, a decent sized aftershock shook my apartment while I was trying to take care of the mess. I was desperate, tired, and grossed out.

I decided to see if a 7-11 or drug store near me might be open so that I could pick up some insecticide, or anything else that would help me battle the intruders. Luckily, the drug store was open. I found out from the Japanese boyfriend of my neighbor that fly is "hae" in Japanese. The lady at the drug store kindly guided me to the bug area. There were shelves of sprays, powders, and canned things that could be used to kill the flies in my apartment. I didn't know which was the best or the strongest.

So I bought one of everything that was pointed out to me, just to be safe.

I rushed back to my apartment and got to work. Face mask, check. Gloves, check. Fly killing spray, check. After just a few sprays, the flies surrendered and slowly began falling to the ground. I thought I had taken care of the problem for sure, but the next day, I found another four flies lurking in the room.

That was it. I moved every piece of garbage from my balcony (near the room where the flies were) into the storage shed outside of my apartment building, assuming that that was where the flies were coming from.

Problem solved! At least for now...