I really really hate flies. And, unfortunately, the house has a minor plague of fruit flies. Little annoying buggers that you can barely see, but which drift into your eyes or up your nose. I think they can smell the sugar and the fruit in the gasses that the blueberry wine is giving off as it works. They tend to congregate around the carboy, even though they can’t get into it.
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