a fly entered my room today. It was really annoying but I was nice. I offered that it go free, I won’t harm it as long as it left my room, after waiting a bit I thought it had left so I closed the door to my room only to find that I had been fooled. Very well, maybe it needs more light to want to leave, so I open the window, and this time it really seems gone, it’s nowhere to be seen and it’s not flying around and in my face so it must be gone. I close the window and open the lights- it flies up to reveal it was hiding under my desk. Now it’s personal. You come into MY house and enter MY room and think you can just make a fool of me and get away with it? Not this time, fly. I tried to be merciful, but you’ve gone too far. We’ll see who’s laughing when you’re slowly dying on the floor begging for your life and you suffocate on the bitter taste of bug spray and my sweet sweet revenge. How else did you expect this to end, fly? Did you really think I would let you get away with it? Do I look like the type to give up when I’ve been disrespected? NO! I will find you, and when I do, you’ll be sorry you ever messed with the Tangerine family name.