One of the first things I noticed about my new apartment was the fruit flies. The apartment was clean, and there was no exposed food in the kitchen, but the fruit flies were everywhere.

There were even fruit flies in my bedroom closet! I don’t even want to think about why…

So I turned to my blackberry, googled fruit-fly trap concoctions, and set my trap.

The fruit-fly trap was a glass of pear juice with a plastic cover (with holes) stretched over it.

A few days later Alesus was over, and I told him about my trap. He noted that there were no fruit-flies in the kitchen, but there were also no flies in the trap. Hm.

I didn’t figure out what was going on until today:

Normally, a massive spider web in my kitchen would horrify me, but I left it alone. Fruit flies are unsanitary. Spraying pesticide in the kitchen is equally disgusting, but this spider web thing works.

So the kitchen spider stays. His name is Freddie. I have another spider named Bartholomew in my studio. He does a thorough job as well.