Bugs

They gross me out. My room is more like an added on enclosure, and it's not always sealed well. Bugs get in. Some stupid... some disgusting. I don't mind the dirt dobbers so much, because they're clumsy stupid fuckers that go SPLAT when I hit them with my shoes. I can't stand waterbugs, because I'll scream like a little bitch if I see those. But what the hell kind of bug did I just encounter, and why does it concern me so much?

So there was this beetle looking thing that was about an inch long, and rather slender. My policy on bugs is that if you can hear them... as in they're big enough that they make sounds... then they must be destroyed. This fucker crashed into my tv, so I took a peek at him, and wanted to crush him with my shoe. I knocked him onto the concrete ground, and WHACK! Got him.

I lift my shoe, and he's still in tact. Not splattered like a good bug ought to be, but stunned. A second later, he clicks, and springs off into a random direction. Why the fuck did it CLICK!?

If you don't hear from me, just assume that I burned my house down. I hate bugs.