Friday, August 03, 2007

It was a rather uneventful night, and I was about to turn out the lights and head to bed.

And then I heard it. A low, monotonous buzzing, followed by the sight of an indistinct black object circling the lights. Yes, another flying insect, you know how I hate 'em.

Conveniently, I had a piece of cardboard lying around, and using it as a giant fan, I put down some suppressing fire and cornered it behind my bookcase. From the looks of it, it was hiding innocuously behind a battered copy of "A Wrinkle in Time," by Madeleine L'Engle.

But not for long, I prodded the book off the shelf and it fled, losing me in the process. I was sure it was trying to sneak up behind me, so, as an added precaution, I turned on the ceiling fan to keep it grounded.

Soon enough, I found it skulking in a corner of my room under my easel, but not for long! Calling upon my last vestiges of sanity, I smote it mightily with "Economics Workbook 2A," followed by "General Paper Essay Writing" for good measure. Forces must have guided my hand, for it now lies crushed and eviscerated.

And so the epic duel ends, I shall worry about the mess tomorrow.

To think that this time next year, I'll be trudging around in the jungle, insects and all.

Hah! So help me gods.