Where did the fruit flies come from?
One day, the kitchen was filled with fruit flies. There was no fruit around in this carnivore's dream pad, however, so it was time to start investigating.

Turned out, at least a year before, someone had tossed a plastic bag full of potatoes on the upper shelf of the kitchen cabinet, and forgotten about them. Being so high, no one had seen the potatoes, or even smelled them, as the seasons passed and as they slowly putrefied. Also turns out that potatoes will eventually liquefy, if given the opportunity to do so. I still remember retrieving that bag from its aerie, with inevitable gut-wrenching spillage. It wasn't until after washing everything down the sink that I thought about the wasted vodka opportunity.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 14 Oct 2011, 20:24, 5 replies)

Really?
Nobody noticed the smell of purifying potatoes?
( Ghoti Fingers, Fri 14 Oct 2011, 23:44, closed)

No, didn't notice
Either good ventilation or bad noses.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Sat 15 Oct 2011, 5:04, closed)

There'd only need to be a small hole in the bag for the fruit flies' convenience so the smell could have been mailny contained,
plus rotting veg don't smell anything like as bad as rotting meat. You'd notice that RIGHT away.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 15 Oct 2011, 9:02, closed)

I found out potatoes could liquefy the hard way
...when my psychopathic, bill-dodging flatmate scarpered without emptying his food cupboard.I was forced to bug bomb the place and clean it out with rubber gloves.
But at the back, he'd also forgotten a little bag of oregano.
A very little bag. With a picture of an Uzi on the side of it.
Hmm.

Davy, if you're out there. I smoked your gear. While playing your guitar with the 'emo and proud' sticker on it better than you ever could. Then I sold the guitar. To a tramp. For a quid. He's changed the sticker to read 'hobo and proud'. He also plays it better than you ever could.

And if you've got a problem with that, you know where to find me. We'll talk about that two hundred quid you owe me, yeah?
(universalpsykopath loves what you've done with your hair., Mon 17 Oct 2011, 9:46, closed)

Time flies like an arrow - fruit flies like a banana
(Maclir, Mon 17 Oct 2011, 13:02, closed)