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AAAAAAAAAIE!
I don't like bugs.
So this big-ass flying six-legged bastard gets into my apartment. And I'm out of bug spray.
So I get up and wield my broom like a blunt weapon and start smashing at it with the bristle end. I don't even realize I've begun kiaiing LOUDLY as I swing at the thing--if I hadn't I wouldn't have been able to get close to the thing.
Also: Still no air conditioning.
So this big-ass flying six-legged bastard gets into my apartment. And I'm out of bug spray.
So I get up and wield my broom like a blunt weapon and start smashing at it with the bristle end. I don't even realize I've begun kiaiing LOUDLY as I swing at the thing--if I hadn't I wouldn't have been able to get close to the thing.
I...REALLY don't like bugs.
Not fond of mice, either, but at least the mice don't bite...I'm buying fogger next paycheck. Eeeew!Also: Still no air conditioning.