We are off to the dog wash, not the vet, this afternoon.
This morning Kate and Bing discovered the new fly trap – it’s a plastic bag you fill with water which activates the remarkably stinky bait. Flys enter and drown. Instead of attending to their morning constitutional they shredded open the fly trap, anointed themselves with the bait, then consumed said bait.
I knew there was a problem when I called them to the house and they didn’t come. Few things rank higher in importance to a Corgi than breakfast. They stood in the middle of the lawn, heads high, tails flying with big grins on their faces. Sh*t, I thought. Then the wind shifted. After my eyes stopped watering I searched the yard (they helped) and found the tattered remains of the fly trap. Not a scrap of bait remained. Bing obligingly belched and confirmed my suspicions.
Several phone calls later the Corgi’s were showing no ill effects (beyond an abominable stink) and we were in the possession of new knowledge.
What, may you ask, has Victor Pest determined to be the most efficacious bait for flies?
Dried putrescent eggs. Rotten eggs to you and me. Fortunately the fly trap contained no poison, just scrumptious and oddly appealing joy for corgi’s.
The dogs are no worse for wear. They didn’t even puke. They did grind it into their coats, though.
We stuffed them in the recently vacated chicken kennel in the bathroom (Is it clean enough for them? Scott wanted to know. Then he caught another whiff and answered his own question) and joined our friends for brunch (a little late).
Off to the dog wash.
Anyone know how to neutralize rotten egg?