Yup, that was the devil [fly]

I swear, I killed that thing three times.

And not just the swatting kill, I did that about fifty,

but the all out, smash it with a hammer killing.

It was the kind of fly that when you first look at it, you're sure it's a mutant that some mad scientist cooked up to take over the world.

Then you decide it has to be a hornet.

Then you realize it's just a really big fly.

It followed me into the bathroom.

I tried to help it out.

To shoo it out the window

sweep it through the door, but it just kept keep coming back.

Like that stupid cat. Only with wings.

So, I swatted at it until it died.

I saw it on the floor. All smooshed like.

Then, 30 seconds later, it was off the floor. So I hit it with the towel until it fell week on the ground, and smashed it with the toilet paper holder. I wiped up the remains with toilet paper and threw it in the trash.

Then, like nothing had happened, it was zooming around the bathroom again. So I smashed it (again), wiped (again) and threw it in the trash (again).

10 bucks says it's still flying around that bathroom.

I guess I didn't kill it with my dragon flames. Just left it very badly disfigured.

Probably should have flushed it.

Bugs on your chair, bugs in your hair.

Remember my critter problem?
Yeah, it's been messing with my head quite a bit.
Since I found out that we have the little buggers crawling around our apartment, I've been imagining that I can feel them on me.
Every time my foot itches, I think there's a bug crawling across it.
If my pants touch my leg weird, I think there's one traveling up my legs.
The dark spots on the hard wood floor ALL look like they're moving, even though I know they're not.
It's a good thing that I sleep on the top bunk, or I'd never get any rest at all.
If I slept on the floor--like my fearless roommate--I would currently be an insomniac.
Which would be unfortunate, since I love sleeping so much.
I just don't like bugs.