@FiniteSagacity Lovely to see you. Hope things are improving though know how hard it is.
Thank you for fly paper tips, but I couldn't do it to them. I grew up with fly papers and mouse glue paper and similar everywhere, and the carnage of collections of dead creatures.
I was a strange kid who reacted to and hated the struggles of trapped small creatures. It made me perhaps over compassionate to their victims.
On the plus side, I learnt how to calm terrified struggling mice trapped on them, and cut the paper around their feet, and release them wearing comedy paper flip flops. (they probably all died from stress induced heart attacks later, but i was too young to know it might not help survival)
I'm evicting the fruit flies the hard way with a cut apple in a tall jar and waiting till several have gathered, plate slid over the top, and released out the back. Have got the worst but probably take a week, before the last ones are gone.
@JulianClarysDog There is a happy medium, between extreme clutter, and no sign of living, soulless, display purposes only, staged homes.
What I know about myself is that faced with an empty place with no sign of actual use, or personality, I'm uncomfortable and instinctively start to gather things, literally around me. It's a defense barrier of some sort.
Having supposedly designed 'calm spaces' around me, doesn't aid my creativity, feels horribly false, and without creativity I don't quite know purpose of living.
When outdoors I love vast endless space, when indoors, less so.
Conversely, put me in a cluttered chaotic hoard, and I have to sit on my hands to not start trying to organize it, (because it's not mine, not my right to interfere) and don't find being in it comfortable. My creative instincts, turn to wanting to create order out of the chaos, and clean.
Lots of clutter but it's generally maintained and homely, with background /corner rough spots, isn't comfortable for me to live in, but I'm fine visiting and able to be creative.
I grew up in extreme squalor chaos hoarding, and if faced with that I'm pretty pragmatic about it, because I recognize it's a sign of someone in need of compassion more than anything, but I do go into " you do realize this is fixable, don't you? " mode, in one way or another.
It's poorly recognized, but I suffer from tidy organized hoarding which means a great deal of exhausting attention paid to keeping everything neatly, properly stored, in category, color ordered, regularly cleaned, and preferably not too much visable, unless in use or on display intentionally.
I use to have wall to wall, floor to ceiling, sliding door cupboards, which allowed for a normal looking home, but still had decoration, things on display, the normal household post school, crafts, cluttering that gets cleared away every few days kind of thing, and things in use. Disability and building repairs changed that, but I'd love to have a disability friendly version of it again. All I need to hand, but not having to look at all of it, all of the time.
I tend towards extreme cleaning and have managed to get on top of being less extreme, and be able to tolerate some dirt and disorder, in a way that I just couldn't before, BUT, I can only do that because I know that insides of cupboards, wardrobes, etc are clean and organized, so it's only the things that I can see, not an additional fear that if something I can see is in slight need of cleaning, then what I can't must be in desperate need of total cleaning.
(I put it down to the way I grew up, and what lurked around me.)
Hello to all new folk 👋I'm off to work so will respond better when more time. Have a nice day.