The Swiss fruit fly, a virulent pest, wants my thick-skinned fruit! The bananas are not bruised and mushy, the grapefruit isn't moldy and cracked, and the apple would seem to be impenetrable. What gives? Does the fruit fly have a keen sense of smell? Does the Golden Delicious put off a scent like a siren's call?
|Fruit fly delight|
I'm longing for the cool weather of London where the fruit flies were a meager bunch. Maybe the climate wasn't warm enough for them to procreate like mad like they seem to do here. In London, I could leave my sourdough starter on top of the fridge, letting it bubble and froth, loosely covered with no thought of ever having to fish a caught fly out of it. If I were to leave the starter out on the counter even for an hour here in ZH, then I'd have a fruit fly fiesta happening just over the top of the jar! And, yes, I did have to learn that lesson the hard way. The starter now lives in the fridge until bread-baking time.
|Nectar of the fruit fly|
I wonder what the cooler months will bring? I can only hope that the fruit flies will be too cold then to make much of a nuisance of themselves.