Sticky insect trap

Usage examples of flypaper.

Vinegar, and four-fruit jam, toward the two strips of flypaper, buzzing in different keys, which hung honeysweet over our counter and had to be changed every other day in the summer, whereas Mama, always with the same honeysweet soul, which summer and winter, all year long, attracted sins buzzing high and buzzing low, repaired each Saturday to the Church of the Sacred Heart, where she confessed to the Right Reverend Father Wiehnke.

I tell you something―all she needed was a coupla rolls of flypaper danglin down from the ceilin and a Sears catalogue in her lap to look right at home.

UNNNNNNNNNNHHHHr I tell you something - all she needed was a coupla rolls of flypaper danglin down from the ceilin and a Sears catalogue in her lap to look right at home.

But it gave her the understanding of business, the feel of operating a small country store, dusting pencils and unwrapping flypaper and serving up dried beans and chasing the cat out of the cracker barrel where he liked to sleep.

Or try unravelling flypaper onto a piece of cardboard and placing a little fish oil on it - or bits of sardine.

The kingdom is ruled over by the Lord of the Flies, a huge demonic fly with multiple-facet eyes, who sits on a throne made of fly ash and flypaper.

Set rat and mousetraps, lay down poison for the cockroaches, and buy flypapers to twirl from the ceiling and trap the flies on their sticky, toxic surfaces.

Just how far did the use of flypapers by Flanagan and Higgins for the obtaining of arsenic serve as an example to Mrs Maybrick, convicted of the murder of her husband in the same city five years later?

Here was Saul, holding court amid the flypapers of the kitchen with the other dreamhouse mistresses who remembered him growing up as a lad here.

Several flypapers dangled from the ceiling, their potency long worn off, the flies stuck to them long since desiccated to dust.

But they do sell flypaper at most trading posts, and the arsenic you can boil out of the stick-em does smell more like garlic than anything any honest Kiowa cook would be stirring in!

Cal's barber shop in Venice was situated right across the street from the city hall and next door to a bail bond shop where flies hung like dead trapeze artists from flypaper coils that had been left in the windows for ten years, and where men and women from the jail across the way went in like shadows and came out like uninhabited clothes.