If you have slept over my house the past week or so, you may have woken up with flies on your face, like an Ethiopian. If I were an Ethiopian, I would eat these flies. And if I were a fly, I'd eat an Ethiopian. But I would never eat a potato.
There are several possible sources of flies in my apartment: The drain that won't unclog, the dishes I refuse to wash, the food Dirty hides, the garbage I neglect to take out, etc. But none of them, not even considered altogether, could explain the abundance of flies.
I had pretty much just taken it as some sort of paranormal infestation until today when I found a bag of rotting potatoes in a cabinet. It was host to 1,000's of flies, and all sorts of disgusting smells, and basically, a normal infestation.
I think the smell of rotting potatoes is probably the closest to rotting flesh. But you could try to prove me wrong.
When I touched the bag to throw it away, it was wet.
This is the second time this has happened to me in as many years. The first time, I thought there was a dead mouse in the wall. I should probably stop trying to prove to myself that I like potatoes because I obviously don't. But they're so cheap!
