Peak Fruit Fly

Strawberry, banana & spinach smoothie
-- with basil, almond milk & cayenne pepper

Never mind Peak Peak, we've reached Peak Fruit Fly in our flat. The bon mot may have reached it's zenith, but the insectile community currently plaguing our existence (in so far as an existence can be plagued by an overabundance of be-winged settlers hellbent on colonising anything that is in any way related to fruit) shows no sign of shuffling off into fondly recalled obscurity.

Seemingly anything fruit-related will serve these miscreants. This morning -- having dispersed a cloud of them on grabbing a banana -- I fell upon another clutch revelling in the scanty remnants of former grapes (wine residue in wine glasses). Their habitat destroyed (Miss S emptied the compost last night), the little buggers have emigrated to other corners of the kitchen, scattering in skittish fashion whenever one should wander near by. Little do they know that this weekend I intend to rain down on them an assault like none they have known before… Tips welcomely received.