I swear, I think they live for months, maybe years. I'm still doing battle with the same fly since before there should have been flies in very early spring.
Hilarious. My wife invented a way to get rid of flies. It needs to be night. Turn off all the lights except one nearest an exit with a light outside the exit.. The fly will appear. Turn off the inside light, open the door and the fly will go to the light outside. Voila. She is a genius.
For those of us that spent some time in the Big Apple, the ROACHES controlled our apartments and acted as the nemesis in our lives every single day that we lived there. And I’m not talking about the singing sisters, I’m talking about the large, ugly pests that lived in our walls and came out to party every night. Turn on the kitchen light and watch the walls suddenly move and then scatter to all corners of the room! Terrifying!!
Not sure if this is my nemesis or the one I inflict on others but it's my OCD driven mandate to always be early. It drives Jackie nuts. "Harry, you said we're leaving at 5 and it's only 4:45." "Yes, that's true but it's raining and that might slow us down", "Okay, but our reservation is for 5:30 and the restaurant is only 5 miles away."
I did have a nemesis! And to this day he has no idea who I am! And that nemesis…is Martin Short. When I was still an actor, and soon to marry my lovely wife, I had several auditions for a new half hour comedy about young lawyers (great concept, right!?) and they clearly REALLY liked me! So, full of hope for an exciting and maybe life changing role, I married the lovely woman in a friend’s family’s backyard and the next day we drove up to Carmel to begin what we thought would be a short but magical three day honeymoon. We arrived on a Sunday and as we prepared to go to dinner I received a call from my agents: You have to come back tomorrow! They want you to read for the network! It looks REALLY GOOD!…Okay,so no honeymoon, but that’s no big deal. I’m going to get this series and we’ll get a bigger honeymoon. In Europe! So we drove back, I went to ABC, and all the big shots came out to say hello and apologize for bringing me back from my honeymoon. And then the elevator doors opened and Martin Short walked out, and all the big shots rushed to meet him and I realized I was the backup guy if they couldn’t make the deal with Martin. They did. So no honeymoon and no job. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my career. Prepare to die. Nemesis!
NOT THE COFFEE POT! That fly really knew how to irritate you! How long do flies live? Maybe a fly size nuclear bomb. That’ll show it who’s boss!
I swear, I think they live for months, maybe years. I'm still doing battle with the same fly since before there should have been flies in very early spring.
Hilarious. My wife invented a way to get rid of flies. It needs to be night. Turn off all the lights except one nearest an exit with a light outside the exit.. The fly will appear. Turn off the inside light, open the door and the fly will go to the light outside. Voila. She is a genius.
She is a genius!
For those of us that spent some time in the Big Apple, the ROACHES controlled our apartments and acted as the nemesis in our lives every single day that we lived there. And I’m not talking about the singing sisters, I’m talking about the large, ugly pests that lived in our walls and came out to party every night. Turn on the kitchen light and watch the walls suddenly move and then scatter to all corners of the room! Terrifying!!
Not sure if this is my nemesis or the one I inflict on others but it's my OCD driven mandate to always be early. It drives Jackie nuts. "Harry, you said we're leaving at 5 and it's only 4:45." "Yes, that's true but it's raining and that might slow us down", "Okay, but our reservation is for 5:30 and the restaurant is only 5 miles away."
The FedEx drivers on our route who don’t know what FRONT DOOR means.
I did have a nemesis! And to this day he has no idea who I am! And that nemesis…is Martin Short. When I was still an actor, and soon to marry my lovely wife, I had several auditions for a new half hour comedy about young lawyers (great concept, right!?) and they clearly REALLY liked me! So, full of hope for an exciting and maybe life changing role, I married the lovely woman in a friend’s family’s backyard and the next day we drove up to Carmel to begin what we thought would be a short but magical three day honeymoon. We arrived on a Sunday and as we prepared to go to dinner I received a call from my agents: You have to come back tomorrow! They want you to read for the network! It looks REALLY GOOD!…Okay,so no honeymoon, but that’s no big deal. I’m going to get this series and we’ll get a bigger honeymoon. In Europe! So we drove back, I went to ABC, and all the big shots came out to say hello and apologize for bringing me back from my honeymoon. And then the elevator doors opened and Martin Short walked out, and all the big shots rushed to meet him and I realized I was the backup guy if they couldn’t make the deal with Martin. They did. So no honeymoon and no job. My name is Indigo Montoya. You killed my career. Prepare to die. Nemesis!