They fly into our lives. We see them individually and small clusters, hovering over bananas and apples, pears and nectarines. Since our daughter, our resident health expert, began remarking on the amounts of fresh fruit we weren’t buying and consuming, we’ve attempted to create a facade that it’s happening on an ongoing, sustained basis. In fact, it’s become part of our household fruit culture. Each purchase stays a while, and some actually gets eaten. Most important, it provides a veritable wedding feast for the fruit flies. They seem to be proliferating at an alarming rate, so I’m presuming there is a ritual involved for which we’re supplying the reception banquet. Continue reading “Stalking the Wily Fruit Fly”
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