Well, not really about fly paper, but I certainly feel like fly paper, aside from they keep landing agin and agin unscathed....
"Mom, can I have a turn on the computer?"
"No, Bub, I'm still doing calendars, 'though I'm almost done!" I shout (as I come through from outside on the back patio). "I'm just running into the shower, the flies are landing on me and it's driving me crazy! I'm thinking maybe I stink!"
"You mean like a dung beetle?"
"Yup, that's what I mean!"