When I was little I loved bugs.
Err... more like I used to burn ants under magnifying glasses on a hot summer day, splat a fly crawling on the wall with my hand and pick off the legs of a daddy long legs.
But, as I grew older, I have a complete fear for them.
And my room happens to be the only room in the house where they run rampant.
Espeacially now, that i'm clearin out my room.
Well, I was getting ready for bed, and I pull up the curtains.
A beetle thing falls out, and I stare at it thinking it's dead and decide to leave the corpse there.
I go to my bed and a gigantic mother ******** fly was loaming around my tangerines.
MY TANGERINES!!! WHICH ARE RIGHT NEXT TO MY BED!!!
I grab a big book and start swatting at it, and cussing it out.
But I swear that fly was smart!
It only landed on rough edges so I couldn't smash it and it had amazing reflexes!
So, I decided to go call my brothers.
As I am walking to my door, I see A ******** BIG SPIDER ON MY DOOR!!
I scream like there's no tomorrow!
"ALEX! ERIC! GET THE HELL UP HERE!!"
Of course, the boys didn't fall asleep yet, and come up.
"ANOTHER one?!" Eric says.
(Yesh. They are my personal exterminators. xD)
So he takes my book, and since the spider is too far up, he jumps to try hitting it.
The spider falls, and crawls behind my dresser.
Greattt....
"******** b***h!" I yell at the spider.
Well, Grandma starts yelling, so they call my mom up.
My mom is able to kill it, but then I remember the big fly.
"Don't worry. It won't come back."
"Mom, that little spawn of satan ALWAYS comes back!" I yell.
And of course, it comes around, zooming like the little b*****d he is.
We both get out weapons, and swat at it for half an hour, until it finally falls.
So then after I...HOLY s**t, ANOTHER ONE!!!
*Edit* 1:06am
Sorry.
Another fuggen fly flew by.
It got away. >.<;;;
(However, this bug was polite enough to slowly, yet directly head for the door and leave never to return. I didn't even have to swat at it.)
Okay, where was I?
Oh yes....
After I finished squashing the first big fly's dead corpse a million times, I go to my curtain to pull them down again.
AND GUESS WHAT?!
The beetle, which I thought was dead before, is GONE!
"Oh don't worry. I'm sure it will go out the window." she says.
"Mom! I swear these things come in here to creep me out! Drive me crazy!!! Molest me!!!!!"
Well, my mother left telling me that I have to wake up early tomorrow to paint my room.
And I can't sleep because I am a paranoid freak.
I. HATE. BUGS.
A. LOT.
[******** little spawns of satan...
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