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Kitteh has been mousing again.  Well, she was mousing last week and being stealthy about it.  Result: I get a birthday greeting of a kitchen full of blowflies and stench as the erupting rodents spill forth their buzzy cargos. 

If every fly is a wish, I'll be in awesome shape, sunning myself on a tropical island in a Kim Stanley Robinson eco-paradise, toasting the Steve Irwin with a boat gin as she steams triumphantly past, waited upon hand and foot by the hardbody totty of all nations who are going to come paragliding with me to the top of an active volcano for adrenalized carnal delights, before we bomb downhill sweet carbon bikes to go night surfing and eat jerk goat without putting on an ounce.

As it is, I'll be turning all the furniture again to hunt down the squished rodent Hellmouth.

What's this to do with Argento?  The box of flies was one of his signature scares.  I've always wanted to do it on a LRP - and always been vetoed by saner referees who mention trivia like the stench, disease, or the insanitary nature of the half-dozen test runs one would have to do. 

Time for those EU-FFP3 respirators?  You betcha.