I went in our kitchen and pulled out a pretty yellow over-sized bowl to strategically place some bananas, grapes, oranges, apples, a pineapple and a kiwi right in the middle of our counter. It looked like art. We put some big fresh strawberries in the fridge and told the kids that from now on, if they wanted a snack...there it was.
As my husband and I patted ourselves on the back for turning over a healthy new leaf, we envisioned both of ourselves going to the beach a few pounds lighter by the end of the summer as an extra bonus.
Within about five to six days of having our new healthy supply, these strange, tiny friends began to invade our house though. Little by little, fruit flies started to appear in our kitchen and tv room. We noticed that it got worse and worse on each day's passing. "WHAT is going ON?!" My husband yelled as he swatted his way to the fridge. I dodged back at him saying, "I don't know! I've never seen anything like this. How about we keep the fruit in the fridge so the fruit flies won't keep coming. I think they're having babies or something!" That will teach us to be healthy.
Our three year old daughter danced around and was so happy because she thought we let a ton of "butterflies" in the house. "No baby girl...they're not butterflies."
Completely perplexed at what was making them worse each day even with no food exposed whatsoever, we resigned to call a "bug guy" to at least ask him for suggestions. Before we had the chance to make the call, our two older boys began to scream, "MOM! DAD!!! COME HERE, FAST!!!" Worried by their tone, we came flying. "LOOK!" the boys said as they pointed down to where the couch was supposed to be. They had pushed it away to find, on the floor, a half eaten banana that had been hidden by our four year old son. I use the word banana loosely because it actually looked more like a science experiment. There were more fruit flies on that thing than the sky had stars. The two older boys were enthralled and both muttered "COOL!" while our daughter took off running as she screamed "BUTTERFLIES!" Our four year old little culprit had that "Ugh-Oh" look on his face as he tried to back away slowly.
Needless to say, the banana is gone, the fruit flies are gone (Thank God) and now the only thing we're worried about is that our daughter will have a fear of butterflies (or bananas) for the rest of her life.