Mm, the smell of fly corpses in the morning
I was supposed to go carpet shopping today but I was too comfortable for too long watching the X-Files so I couldn’t be bothered anymore. It’s a hassle getting to the shops where I want to go. It’s less of a hassle from work so I’ll try and leave a little earlier some day.
Skipping that “responsibility” I decided to do something useful anyway. I decided to clean up the air conditioning unit — which should be done every 6 months and I haven’t exactly done so. It’s nearly a year since I moved here (anniversary on Tuesday) so I figured it’s high time.
I opened up the door (a bit of a struggle) and was greeted with black blobs of dead flies (those really really tiny ones) all over the floor of the unit and in the filters, and a sort of sweet smell. Mm.
I had to take out the dusty filters and vacuum the flies away. There’s a cubic element in the middle (whatever it does) that apparently should be removed and washed but I couldn’t figure out how to do that and I was afraid to pull it too forcefully. I’ll have to ask Dad come and check it out some day (how embarrassing…).
Well, at least now I have an 80% clean air conditioning unit instead of the entirely unclean one.
Cough cough. I think I inhaled some of the flies.
(Just kidding! One of the filters was really dusty. Not with flies, thank god.)
Funny that you just did that. That’s exactly what we were talking about doing today, but I have no clue how to do it, my snookey did it other years and I had no interest in learning. If I was on my own I’d probably throw it out and buy a new one
I do remember one year when we paid a guy to come in and clean it and he charge me $145-$160 and asked me for towels. Then he proceeded to wipe out all the gunk with my towels. Thank you. Needless to say that I threw those towels in the garbage. You think he could have given me some warning as to what he planned to do and maybe I could have given him old rags or something.
Oh noooo…! Is that a guy thing? Not thinking about that sort of stuff? I’m just wondering because Dad has a habit of walking off the carpet in the foyer to the living-room — in his shoes! Just yesterday I had to yell “nooo, take off your shoes” when he suddenly decided to check the balcony. It had been raining and everything.
No, no, noo-o — it is not a guy thing! At least some guys do pay attention to the difference between rags and towels, or whether the host is wearing shoes indoors or not.
There! Just had to run in to defend us guys …
P.S. I love it how you went from X-Files to ex-flies, Minna.
I didn’t think so. Good to know
Maybe I just need to put some of those veeery good-looking plastic blue shoe covers (used in house-showings) for my dad to slip on every time he feels the urge to wander off the carpet. That oughta teach him.