Robb and I have had trouble this summer with fruit flies. A few months ago as the fruit fly counts would double on a daily basis, despite a handy vinegar trap, I began to feel like I needed Louis Pasteur to reassure me that they were not spontaneously generating on every kitchen surface or piece of food. Where were these flies coming from?
In a stroke of pure luck I had an empty wine bottle, save a few drops, sitting on the counter waiting for me to clean it to use as a water pitcher at parties (they do this in restaurants nowadays). Anyway, I got sick and forgot about cleaning the wine bottle. At the same time, our problem with fruit flies dissipated.
Why?
Our snobby Madison fruit flies prefer wine (white in particular) to any kind of vinegar. No joke. Not to mention the flies are not smart enough to fly back out the bottle neck. I did add some saran wrap with a few holes for extra measure.
Yesterday was my birthday. I just thought the internet should know how amazing my wife is.
Exhibit 1.

I was woken up by Jessie and handed a box. Inside the box was a bottle from my favorite whisky distillery, Laphroaig.
What a way to start the morning!
Exhibit 2.
After work, Jessie invited me to meet her down at the lakefront. Surprise! A crowd of friends from work and church were there to enjoy rhubarb pie, ice cream, and fine Wisconsin beverages as the sun set on my special day.
(Note: The above picture is not the actual pie consumed on my birthday. However, this pie was made by Jessie about a week prior.)