The minute I turned on the lights in the kitchen, I saw a swarm of tiny, black gnats flying here, there, and everywhere. Help! Gnats crawled on the refrigerator doors, all over the sink, AND on the back of my neck. They seemed to like anything white.
In desperation, Lisa turned off the kitchen lights, and turned on the chandelier in the dining area. Immediately, the white tablecloth was littered with the carcasses of a thousand gnats. An hour later, I was in the backyard, shaking the tablecloth. Yuck!
Is ours the only home that is invaded by gnats? It always happens in the morning before dawn.
Yesterday, I tried something different. I kept the lights off in the kitchen, dining area, and family room, and turned on only one light – the one next to the computer in the living room. Lisa complained that she could not cook without more lighting, but I convinced her to do so. She managed in the dark. David read the morning paper in the bedroom with the drapes drawn shut, and by the time he was ready to prepare his breakfast, it was dawn. The experiment worked: Except for the single lit lamp, there were no gnats in the rest of the house.
I guess this is the price of living in paradise. Every living thing wants to live here. Gnats and humans, alike.