Buggy Tuesday

Last night I had the challenge of not only dealing with a house full of gnats/fruit flies/some other terribly annoying creature (thanks, Debra, for cursing me after I mocked you for having some in your place), but also my buggy neighbor who wanted to borrow my car to run errands (my neighbor being the one who sits in his car and always wants to borrow things). When I told him no, he kept pressing, "Why? Why? Why?" Part of me wanted to ask him if he ever gets tired of always needing things, but I didn't feel like fighting with him (as I was busy killing bugs), so I just said, "Because I said no." I figured if he was going to act like a child, I'd treat him as such. Needless to say, he wasn't thrilled. My bug killing went well into the night. As you can see from the glass above, so many bugs died I almost lost my mind. I've decided that bug spray falls into the category of things-you'll-spend-vast-amounts-of-money-on-because-they're-worth-it, much like cold medicine when you're deathly ill. I came home equipped to kill the buggers and at one point was even saying, "Go ahead, make my day" if they dared fly around. Crazed, insane bug spray woman. Yeah.