The other morning got up, like everyday, made coffee and fed my cat. God Day. Went to work (oh, I meant job). When I came home, I went in the kitchen and got myself a soft. Suddenly, out off the corner of eye I notice something has changed. From the corner of one end of the kitchen, the floor is covered, for three feet, with died flies. I mean hundreds of them. None alive. In only 6 hours. I swept them up and through them outside. Talk about Dean Koontz experience.