Bugging Fans

I wasted sleep tis morning due to this irritating bug.



I hate beetles. For their scratchy legs that hurts ur skin, for their plastic-like propeller wings which flaps NOISILY, for their seemingly hard shells which make them look like commandos, and for their idiotness to always kamikaze into the fans.

At least I outgrown them. I used to evacuate the room upon invasion and wait till my mom or dad gives the all clear (with the terrorist in their hands or out the window). Now I battle with them, the beetles at least.

Early in the morning. 1.30am.

Bcos I dun enjoy the company of beetles & cockroaches, I'm terribly sensitive to the flattering of wings. I heard a soft faint propeller at my window area. I scanned ard for terrorists, plotting my plan to evacuate at 1st sight of Osama Bin Cockroach. No signs on the radar, aka my curtains, I went back to weathering dirtying my Strike Freedom with a Sakura pen.

A while later, the terrorist launched its attack. Me being so close to the window, turned to see Beetle Hussein doing a descent from BEHIND the curtains and landed on the grills of my fan which was IN OPERATION.

My gosh! It was jus 1 inch away from a certain kamikaze and having its decapitated body parts flying all over my room.

...

Damn Gross.

I went out for a tumbler (obviously to cover the fella with any chance I get), I came back, it was hugging the grill like koala bear. Summing up my courage, I sneaked up, eyes on the intruder, ready to retreat at any movement, and switched off the fan. The imitation koala hung on. We stood our grounds, neither wanting to initiate fire.

(Damn its sounding like some battle)

I could take it no longer. I was perspiring from the no-fan-stuffy-room and the concentration on the bug. I shook the grill from the other side. The bugger persisted. I shot rubber bands at it. No hit. I shook harder, almost crashing the fan. The bug merely shifted its position to another grill. I got bored and took these few pics with the camera dats nearby.

It was already a 20+ min battle and getting hot like an oven. I looked for something to poke the bugger. Pen? Nope. Paintbrush? Too short.

Guess wat I used..

My drumstick!

Ok. Its NEARBY and I dun have a cane or long ruler near.

So I poked, swiped, brushed the bug out of the grill. It lost its grip. N FLEW TO BEHIND THE FAN!



Its now in a more difficult-to-kajiao position than b4 and hugging the grill ever so tightly. We battled for a while more, until it was satisfied harassing the fan and flew out-of-reach on my curtain. I wanted it to DROP TO THE GROUND so dat I can trap it under the tumbler!

Now its my turn to harass the curtain. Shaking the curtain with my drumstick (still), the beetle only moved from fold-to-fold.

Finally it decided that it had enuff fun irritating me, flew a couple of rounds ard my room and disappeared on top of my cupboard.

Meaning to say its still in my room!

It gave me such big phobia that I keep thinking dat each & every small sound was made by the beetle. I offed the lights, pulled my blanket till the ears even thou I was perspiring like mad. I hate the feeling of its legs digging into my skin, esp the elbow parts.

Gradually, tiredness knocked me out.

N it was already 2am.

Sidenote: Look at the little stars on the sole of my shoes!