Let me start off by expressing just how much I hate insects. They give me the creeps, make me shudder, make me hide under the covers. I can't even touch pictures of them in magazines like National Geographic.
Suddenly, two days ago, my kitchen was invaded by flies. Not just any flies, but huge, monstrous, probably alien flies. How did they get so big and where did they all of a sudden appear from? I have managed to inhumanely destroy a few of them, but it's become a running battle. There is currently one ensconced in my bathroom, buzzing merrily away, hiding from me and my pink fly swatter.
As I sit here on my bed and write, another one is periodically flying around my bedroom. I sit armed with trusty pink swatter waiting for him to alight somewhere with a hard surface (not the TV screen for which he seems to have a certain fondness). Damn fly will not cooperate. I just begin to think he may have left the room for other climes when he pops up and charges my bedside lamp. It is now 2:30 a.m. I may never get to sleep because even if he settles down for a nap, I get the creeps thinking of him roaming about in my air space as I try to sleep. Eeww. I need to be rescued by a superhero, but not one like spiderman or batman -- much too insect-like.