hopeless ranting

Yesterday, a fly got on my nerves. The little shiteater decided it was a good idea to fly into me and nip at my arms constantly while I attempted to wash my hands. This caused rage to build inside of me. I ran downstairs and grabbed a glass cup to deal with the tiny menace. After 15 minutes of trying to catch him, I realized that this fly was amazingly quick. I caught him in the cub I placed it into the freezer. A decent amount of time passed and I opened the freezer door to pull him out, gladly finding his body to be not moving. I attempted to tie a string around him multiple times, but his body unfroze many times and I had to re-catch him. After one last successful recapturing and refreezing, I finally tied thread around his neck, and then taped the string to a pen that was sticking into clay. The little bitch was finally conquered. I let him buzz around for hours while I went to night class and left a little piece of beef jerky, just beyond his reach. He was pissed. I killed him eventually, just after I got home.

I hate flies.