Flipping off the fly. That'll show it!
There is a fly that has been zipping around my room for a week straight now. I left it alone for the first few days, thinking it'd realize that it probably shouldn't get so close to something so much bigger and powerful than it (AKA ME) and move on to another location. I guess it took my passive attitude as an invite because it has decided to just move on in.
At first, I swatted at it. You know, let it know that it is not exactly a welcome roommate. Then, I chased it all around my room with rolled up paper towels; something that should instill fear in any insect. I even crawled up to it on my stomach and tried a sneak attack. However, its flying advantage was quicker than my hand and it got away every time.
Still, I was not to be defeated. I sprayed it with an air freshener to weaken its defenses and then attacked it with various solid objects in an attempt to squash or at least frighten the little shit consumer. I turned off every light in my room and placed a lamp right outside my door, hoping that the glowing bulb would beckon it closer -- yet it continues to fly around my room. Not only that, it seems to adore the light that sits right next to my computer and bed. Why not the light in the hall? Or, better yet, the porch light? WHY THE LIGHT RIGHT NEXT TO MY HEAD?
It's playing with me, is what it is. It's trying to drive me insane with its bzz-ing noise. Well, it is either you or me, you flying bitch, and my lifespan is longer than yours.