don't name things you intend to kill later...

...it never ends well.

So for anybody who actually bother reading this shit, you may have noticed that my latest posts seem to revolve entirely around bugs.

If you haven't caught on by now, this is because in Vancouver, that's essentially what summer means: BUGS.

And jeebus there's a lot of them. I can't even keep my window open for more than a minute without two or three new "friends" flying in. Gawd.

BUT YEAH, so basically my title refers to my latest kill, a delightfully tiny black spider who I not-so-creatively named "Black."
I met him a few days ago in my bathroom where I first tried to kill him but ended up sympathizing with him when I saw how horrified he was. So I made an agreement with Black that went along the lines of "As long as you don't cross my territory I won't kill you," and I saw him maybe twice after that in the bathroom and didn't see him for days afterwards.

Then today I open my door and to my surprise, he scurries into my room and freezes on the door.

Yeah so... you can see where this is going: he broke the agreement and I killed him.
The weird thing is that I feel really bad about it.

I'm taking this as a sign that I must be appallingly lonely. God I can't wait till I get home.