The truce between man and bug has ended. This is what I woke up to this morning crawling around on my face, you can read about these delightful wannabe hotel clerks here. Oh sure I know that he’s probably eating tons of spiders or these delightful fellows but I don’t care. Now I used to see these guys outside of my basement dwelling. I found it odd that they seemed content to live in the unfinished part not bothering me at all. Thus we had a simple truce where they stayed out of the apartment and I refrained from crushing them upon sight. There were some transgressions early on, minor border disputes which our diplomats were quick to quash fearing mutual annihilation. This last slight I can not let go. This is the second time I’ve had a close run in and by close I mean, I put on a pair of pants and one was inside the leg. (oh yes it was as fun as it sounds)
Last month I ejected their consulate from my apartment because of the incident. It seemed an appropriate, measured response. Having forces so deep inside my borders was an outrage but the tension subsided as I adopted a jungle like living regime. I shook and checked everything that I was about to wear. No pocket was left unverified for foreign spies, no item was without suspect. It seemed a fair enough trade off that I could live with. This new incident shows a disdain for my way of life and the values and ideals to which my apartment stands for. An escalation of this kind can only be met with force. And so the call has gone out, I can hear the drums of war begin to beat. I will rally my forces today and set my sights on total bug destruction.
We are at war.
