Well ..
Here in Wombatistan is not all ancient.
There are foxes, cows and rabbits .. and other stuff so recent the ancient has not really recognised it .. even though it is killing him
With the cows come the flies .. and right-headed farmers try to get dung beetles going.
But alas, they are not doing so well .. but the flies are.
So Ayca (wife and queen of Wombatistan) has gone on jehad against flies.
Ayca does not just attempt stuff . she does it. Soo .. lots of research and experiment!
(I find the observation of that enormous fun! Getting married to a Queen of Wombatistan was a good move methinks).
So part of the experimentation was to get a commercial fly-trap.
It works quite well, but it is only statistically successful (anything not total is statistical).
The best part of the for-money fly trap is the attractant - the flies go for it after a day or 2 as it matures.
But there’s issues with it - it’s as fake as western civilisation - and about half the flies know it.
Problem with that is that the escapees go on to breed cynical fake-attractant avoiding-children.
Personally, I grew up in cow country, and am used to things crawling on me and eating bits of me .. so long as it does not get in the way of my priorities.
Hey ho .. so in honour of the queen we attend .. closely. She hates being eaten .. go figure.
So we make contrivances to ensure total fly-mass concentration over the 100 acres within the fences.
The bottles are cool and instructive.
At first, the fake smell gets them buzzing around, sun, sky and wind are factors in this.
Then .. when you get it right, the concentration of flies becomes trendy to other flies - and they all come to join their fellows.
Some go in the bottle, some go in the surrounding trap-room .. many who seek to escape go to what we call “the graduation room” where 1 squirt of fly spray in the evening eliminates an entire generation of irritation. Now that’s efficiency! And we don’t poison ourselves in the process.
The experiment continues .. we will get them all.
Making fly traps is educational.
It is the art of conforming to behaviour, with just that little bit of margin that exceeds behaviour and makes it a trap.
We .. you, me, all of us - are flies .. we have our behaviours.
The illuminatii asks only this:
What fly-bottles are you in?
Are you ready to exceed your behaviour?
No more than that.
You will note that making up stories about us is a fly bottle .. we anticipated that.
(Edit for plausible deniability:
Aidan (prince of Wombatistan) just told me:
See? You can buy a second hand used horse!
and
http://www.gumtree.com.au/s-ad/central-coast-nsw-region/livestock/2-female-goats/1035139236 NEW DISCOUNT PEST 4 SALE BUY BUY BUY
It’s all true !:
If life isn’t art .. it isn’t life ..
)