I Was, Like, Totally Buggin'
I'm getting really sick of finding all manner of bugs (and/or insects, I never cared about the difference) in my room. I have been sleeping on the couch for the past week because I encountered a quickly-moving, brown Thing living near my bed. See, I was hanging out, watching Young Adult (just as strange as I thought it would be) and my attention suddenly shifted to the wall, where I watched a big, brown Thing move down the wall next to my bed. It moved incredibly fast; I couldn't tell what it was. But I didn't freak out right away. One, I was a little stunned. The Thing didn't register for a couple seconds because I'd been concentrating on Young Adult. Then it ran across the shoebox I keep next to my bed (it holds water, lotion, warm socks, and bobby pins I forgot to take out) and up under the top. Then I ran. I went inside and begged my sister to help me find it and get rid of it (read this part in one of those deep and creepy voices that the villains in horror movies always seem to have), so I could sleep.
After several minutes of groveling, she finally agreed and we went back over, weapons (flip flops) in hand. She pulled everything away from that corner, but we didn't see it. Then I spotted a small black spider partially hidden in one of my drawers. I managed to kill it, and pretended that was it. I still couldn't sleep in there (because of the toxic fumes from the bug killing spray I used). The next day I was watching ExTerminators (not the best written or acted movie, but fantastic nevertheless) and I saw it again, crawling up the wall. I screamed "It's still there!" Imagine that in a shrill, raspy, horror movie scream, if you would.
My other sister agreed to go through my entire room to look for The Thing, but after thirty or so minutes, we hadn't found anything. I decided to sleep on the couch for the next week anyway. Since that day (I think it was last Saturday) I've been in here every day for a few minutes and all day some days, and I haven't seen it. I think I even saw it in the yard the day before yesterday, running across the stones leading to the house. Then my dad killed a brown recluse spider (we think, Dad wasn't so sure, and he gave me a weird look, but he killed it anyway). So I'm pretty sure it's gone. But I think I'll still sleep in my sister's room. Whichever will let me.
That isn't the only problem I've had with bugs. When I first moved in, I had a big issue with ants. They lived in the kitchen drain or something, because they kept coming out whenever I was in there. They made their way into the living room, congregating around my table and laptop. I'm not sure how I got rid of them, except I did a thorough cleaning of the kitchen (not that it was crazy dirty, I'd just moved in). Off and on I've had trouble with roaches. Maybe they're not roaches. They look like them. Anyway, now they fly. And I don't keep a dirty room. I'm actually pretty fanatically clean. At least I used to be, before I had so little space to put things in. But it's just clutter, not mess.
I'm pretty sick of it. And my arms and legs are pretty done with being smacked because I think I feel something crawling across them, when actually it's just hair. One time, during the thicket of the ant attack, I was sitting in my room, reading. I looked down and spied an ant on my leg. I freaked out and swiped at what turned out to be a freckle.
After several minutes of groveling, she finally agreed and we went back over, weapons (flip flops) in hand. She pulled everything away from that corner, but we didn't see it. Then I spotted a small black spider partially hidden in one of my drawers. I managed to kill it, and pretended that was it. I still couldn't sleep in there (because of the toxic fumes from the bug killing spray I used). The next day I was watching ExTerminators (not the best written or acted movie, but fantastic nevertheless) and I saw it again, crawling up the wall. I screamed "It's still there!" Imagine that in a shrill, raspy, horror movie scream, if you would.
My other sister agreed to go through my entire room to look for The Thing, but after thirty or so minutes, we hadn't found anything. I decided to sleep on the couch for the next week anyway. Since that day (I think it was last Saturday) I've been in here every day for a few minutes and all day some days, and I haven't seen it. I think I even saw it in the yard the day before yesterday, running across the stones leading to the house. Then my dad killed a brown recluse spider (we think, Dad wasn't so sure, and he gave me a weird look, but he killed it anyway). So I'm pretty sure it's gone. But I think I'll still sleep in my sister's room. Whichever will let me.
That isn't the only problem I've had with bugs. When I first moved in, I had a big issue with ants. They lived in the kitchen drain or something, because they kept coming out whenever I was in there. They made their way into the living room, congregating around my table and laptop. I'm not sure how I got rid of them, except I did a thorough cleaning of the kitchen (not that it was crazy dirty, I'd just moved in). Off and on I've had trouble with roaches. Maybe they're not roaches. They look like them. Anyway, now they fly. And I don't keep a dirty room. I'm actually pretty fanatically clean. At least I used to be, before I had so little space to put things in. But it's just clutter, not mess.
I'm pretty sick of it. And my arms and legs are pretty done with being smacked because I think I feel something crawling across them, when actually it's just hair. One time, during the thicket of the ant attack, I was sitting in my room, reading. I looked down and spied an ant on my leg. I freaked out and swiped at what turned out to be a freckle.
No, this has nothing to do with bugs. Go to the 24th second.
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