I'm living in a place that has SO MANY BUGS
Just in my room right now there must be around 50 hidden around, and that's not even a lot, all the doors and windows are closed even.
Thankfully, I don't mind it that much
If I did I'd probably be dead by now cause damn son there's some big ass dragonflies and moths that fly right up to your fucking face around here
So anyway earlier today I was sitting in my living room and a noisy ass bug came in from the window
Being the ninja that I am, I calculated it's flight path, and with one swift and deadly pillow blow I hit the bug, you could even hear it being hit cause of how big it was
turns out it was a beetle
I just left it where it fell and went on my way
now after it's turned dark, I'm in my bed awake, failing my attempts to fall asleep when out of nowhere
OK SO
EITHER BEETLES ARE VENGEFUL CREATURES, AND THIS ONE CAME AFTER ME WITH IT'S LAST BREATH
OR SOMETHING ELSE SAW ME HIT THE BEETLE EARLIER AND THREW IT IN FRONT OF ME AS A THREAT
EITHER WAY I'M SCARED
CONGRATULATIONS BUGS, I AM NO LONGER FEARLESS OF YOUR KIND
And yeah I think I'm officially gonna complain about life with a shitty doodle on journals now. Seems fitting.