We used to have a flock of those fuckers at the practice space when I moved in. Zillions. We call them "beer flies". When you put down an open beer, they jump inside within seconds. Used to have to cover up any open berrs with bottlecaps or packs of cigarettes or whatever to keep the jerks out.
Turns out the solution was simple. We instituted a rule: no wounded soldiers left, EVER. That's where they were breeding, inside berrs that were left sitting overnight or longer.
I suggest you start with not ever leaving even a drop of berr in any bottle that's anywhere for any length of time. We don't have them at the space anymore, which I consider a small miracle.
what the fuck are these goddamn bugs in my apartment?
51"The bastards have landed"
www.myspace.com/thechromerobes - now has a couple songs from the new album
www.myspace.com/thechromerobes - now has a couple songs from the new album