I hate bugs.
Okay, maybe I don't hate hate them.
I can tolerate them....
As long as they know what personal space is.
I'm fine with the occasional spider on the floor that's a little bit away from me.
I'm fine with a wasp flying out of a bush and resting on the table that's somewhat away from me.
I'm fine with the fly across the room, checking out the paintings and pictures on the wall.
You know what I'm not fine with though?
A fly buzzing right next to my god damn ear and flying into my motherfucking hair.
A wasp landing on my shoulder, causing me to tense up and look like a British guard with those weird tall and fluffy hats.
A spider crawling across my laptop screen.
A beetle on my bedsheets while I'm trying to fucking go to sleep.
I will not hesitate to flip my shit and call for my mom to kill the damn asshole who overstepped the boundary.
I'm fine with bugs staying a respectable distance away from me.
But the minute they decide to get in my personal fucking bubble
istg
I will pop yo ass, demonic creature
