IONA is like a pile of vomit A pile of vomit sitting in an alley next to a bar on a warm night attracting flies. The flies make noises to attract other flies. Unfortunately, some of the flies wander away from their pile of vomit and end up coming in the back door of the fine restaurant that shares the alley with the bar. The patrons and staff in the fine restaurant don't want the flies there, yet they persist. Now shoo, flies, we know the restaurant has finer meals, but the pile of vomit suits you better. Now if only management saw fit to purchase fly swatters.