chicken shit and fly paper

and pointless interventions

Let me begin by stating the obvious:

Any media representation of any experience fails to capture the full complexity and nuance of what’s being represented.

Take owning chickens for example.

If you only experienced chickens on Instagrasim, you might think that owning them would turn you into an earthy, naturally pretty young woman with flaxen hair and some irascible children covered in mud with suspicions of the government, vaccines and some anarchistic political perspectives highly doubtful of globalism.

They don’t show you the rats.

And another thing they don’t show?

The horseflies.

Sorry,

The uncontrollably large swarms of horseflies that grow more baby flies in the ever present piles of chicken shit within your chicken enclosure.

Sure, you may get eggs.

But you will pay.

You’ll pay with flies.

When we first realized the extent of the flies, we reacted urgently. We were experiencing maggotageddon and something had to be done.

This year?

Laura had some time to reflect on our summer fly conundru…