now hearing the case of Holly vs. the world of intruding creatures. All arise.
This is not fair!
Here in my desolate corner of the world, there is a plethora of wonderful little creatures. There are butterflies and kittys and happy bumble bees. And there are also Bark Scorpians. I've killed three...in my room. Now, those of you who know me well also know my deep fascination with the insect world and its realitives etc. BUT you may not know to what extent I loathe and despise two members of that family. One is the American roach (for being dirty, sneaky, and undiscriminatory) and the other is the scorpian (not actually an insect but still not my best friend either). Simply put, they give me the heebie jeebies. Knowing they are around will make me avoid any location like the plague. For some reason, these scorpians have taken a very strong liking to my room, and to me. They do not run away from me, they sit around as if waiting - like that unwelcomed friend that you just could never get rid of, no matter how many hints you dropped. I however, kill them on the spot. Just so you know...they are actually very dangerous.
So I demanded that the exterminator be called and once he had sprayed my place, I felt a little more at ease. Until that night.
See the funny thing is, when you spray, every little thing that you never EVER wanted to become acquianted with, begins to surface. Thus, roaches started coming out of the walls in the boy's house and then promptly dying a few minutes after. I knew it was only a matter of time before they made their way through the dirty house, to the drain pipes, and into my clean and welcoming apartment. I walked around my place half expecting to be attacked by them for an entire day. I put off sleeping as long as I could, but eventually I had to turn out the lights. At 5 am I was jolted from my sleep by the whispy sounds of tiny feet rubbing on plastic wrappers. Not something I wanted to hear! I tried convincing myself to just go back to bed and not think about...yeah. right. After scheming for a good two minutes, I jumped out of bed and ran to the light switch as fast as I could. Not having my contacts in (stupid me!) I could hardley see a thing, but I knew the noise was coming form my trash can. Those dirty little bastards were going through my garbage!! I looked for them but since they scatter when the light comes on, there was none to be found. I picked up the garbage can and took it outside for further examination.
I had thrown away some bread that fell on the floor and those whores of the insect world had been feasting on them. But then I noticed the strip of the crust neatly cut away and nibbled at. And then I noticed the trail of black droppings and noted that my hamster was in a cage in chandler. And then I heard the scratching noise of tiny teeth biting away at the shoes in my closet.
The newest intruder is small and brown. I guessed about four inches long, as he darted from my piano music to the bathroom and I'm certain the thing is male. I have taken to calling him Harold. He is noisy and rude; this week, he is going to either die or be removed from my apartment. It is entirely up to him which way he goes.
While following Harold's trail, I did find a dead American roach, bigger than my thumb, by a box of tampons in the bathroom.
At this point I am avoiding my bathroom altogether with the exception of showers and anything else that I absolutely have to do.
For now, I will sit and ponder what on earth I have done to deserve scorpians, roaches, and mice. I'm a billion times cleaner than my roomates..I dont leave food out in the open...I don't play halo for 10 hours a day..I actually go to school and hold a job. So why me?
In England around 1600 the serfs filed suit against the rats eating their barley. The rats were given free representation from a lawyer at the judges request. The judge sent out four hearing dates to the rats, none of which they attended. It seems they were completely uninterested in pleading their case against the serfs.
Given the same circumstances, I feel Harold would behave the same way.
Here in my desolate corner of the world, there is a plethora of wonderful little creatures. There are butterflies and kittys and happy bumble bees. And there are also Bark Scorpians. I've killed three...in my room. Now, those of you who know me well also know my deep fascination with the insect world and its realitives etc. BUT you may not know to what extent I loathe and despise two members of that family. One is the American roach (for being dirty, sneaky, and undiscriminatory) and the other is the scorpian (not actually an insect but still not my best friend either). Simply put, they give me the heebie jeebies. Knowing they are around will make me avoid any location like the plague. For some reason, these scorpians have taken a very strong liking to my room, and to me. They do not run away from me, they sit around as if waiting - like that unwelcomed friend that you just could never get rid of, no matter how many hints you dropped. I however, kill them on the spot. Just so you know...they are actually very dangerous.
So I demanded that the exterminator be called and once he had sprayed my place, I felt a little more at ease. Until that night.
See the funny thing is, when you spray, every little thing that you never EVER wanted to become acquianted with, begins to surface. Thus, roaches started coming out of the walls in the boy's house and then promptly dying a few minutes after. I knew it was only a matter of time before they made their way through the dirty house, to the drain pipes, and into my clean and welcoming apartment. I walked around my place half expecting to be attacked by them for an entire day. I put off sleeping as long as I could, but eventually I had to turn out the lights. At 5 am I was jolted from my sleep by the whispy sounds of tiny feet rubbing on plastic wrappers. Not something I wanted to hear! I tried convincing myself to just go back to bed and not think about...yeah. right. After scheming for a good two minutes, I jumped out of bed and ran to the light switch as fast as I could. Not having my contacts in (stupid me!) I could hardley see a thing, but I knew the noise was coming form my trash can. Those dirty little bastards were going through my garbage!! I looked for them but since they scatter when the light comes on, there was none to be found. I picked up the garbage can and took it outside for further examination.
I had thrown away some bread that fell on the floor and those whores of the insect world had been feasting on them. But then I noticed the strip of the crust neatly cut away and nibbled at. And then I noticed the trail of black droppings and noted that my hamster was in a cage in chandler. And then I heard the scratching noise of tiny teeth biting away at the shoes in my closet.
The newest intruder is small and brown. I guessed about four inches long, as he darted from my piano music to the bathroom and I'm certain the thing is male. I have taken to calling him Harold. He is noisy and rude; this week, he is going to either die or be removed from my apartment. It is entirely up to him which way he goes.
While following Harold's trail, I did find a dead American roach, bigger than my thumb, by a box of tampons in the bathroom.
At this point I am avoiding my bathroom altogether with the exception of showers and anything else that I absolutely have to do.
For now, I will sit and ponder what on earth I have done to deserve scorpians, roaches, and mice. I'm a billion times cleaner than my roomates..I dont leave food out in the open...I don't play halo for 10 hours a day..I actually go to school and hold a job. So why me?
In England around 1600 the serfs filed suit against the rats eating their barley. The rats were given free representation from a lawyer at the judges request. The judge sent out four hearing dates to the rats, none of which they attended. It seems they were completely uninterested in pleading their case against the serfs.
Given the same circumstances, I feel Harold would behave the same way.