Look, fruit flies are embarrassing, but they’re also hilarious in hindsight. They’re nature’s way of telling you to clean up your act—literally.
Every single human has dealt with them. Even Marie Kondo probably had a fly or two before she spritzed her apartment with rage and vinegar.
So go on, mix your trap, toss the trash, and reclaim your kitchen. You are the boss of this house, not a bunch of tiny drunk tourists.
And when you see that last fly floating belly-up in your jar, take a moment. Smile. You have earned this victory.
Now go eat a peach, you clean, fruit-fly-free legend. You earned it.