Fish fly season is in full swing and the annual natty little bastards have invaded my back deck with a vengeance.
I'm thinking they remember my space from years past because I refuse to pollute my space with expensive unnecessary 'Raid' crap and that's why they know my deck; it's in the genes!
My best revenge is to strategically place bowls of a simple austere, unpretentious fruity Chardonnay, with a nuance of oak and mild tannins, that favor their unschooled neophyte…
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