There are two flies in my room, and they are fucking with me. Flying in front of my face, then darting away. They know my fly-swatter is aimed at them, but they think the game is funny. I hate bugs of any kind if they're in my bedroom. The thought of all the bugs makes me itchy all over, and I have bad dreams about bugs flying into my face. Keeps me up half the damn night. I cannot express my level of annoyance...If anyone was in my room right now, they would get snapped and cursed at for existing. WHY, FLIES, WHY? |