Monster of the Flies

 Someone hijacked my computer this morning.  My mom was up early and showing me a place on the east side that looked promising. I don't think she was satisfied that I said we can drive by next weekend.  I think she would have liked to have set up a showing.  I'm anxious too and we have been on a hundred and one of these sightings where the place looks like garbage.  Patience, ma.  We'll do a drive by and a looksey.

I get it.  Last night, we had a swarm of flies in the kitchen.  I think our window was creaked open and there's a small hole in the screen.  It was like the starting of a horror movie.  In August, we get the random stray fruit fly or baby spiders, but not this.  

Well guess who still has a garbage sitting outside that would be in direct line of our window?  It has been sitting out there a week.  My mom asked if I would text the landlord and I did.  Normally he does things and may not tell us.  I had a feeling he contacted the monster because I heard a wicked door slam last night and he definitely shook the house when he left for his job.  Yeah. I suspect he got a scolding and he was going pout like the 31 year old child that he is.

Sure enough the garbage can was still sitting there and I didn't think he would take it back by the garage.  I thought I'm not playing chicken with this. I don't need any stranger bugs in our place and if he calls me a See Ya Next Tuesday, I'll record him and call a cop.  I had enough and dragged the heavy garbage can by the garage.  He had garbage in there.  They also had garbage in the second garbage can.  

I guess he comes from a well to do family.  Well his well to do family should have taught the sociopath that if he's going to live with other people in a building or duplex, that he doesn't own the place.  Honestly, there's some people who are successful and teach their kids to appreciate what they didn't have and then there are the ones who give the world to their kids and their kids think everyone owes them something. They learn nothing and this is the monster.  He's a spoiled sociopathic brat.  Everything is his, his, his.  I texted the landlord and I got a thank you  That told me that he did say something to the monster.  I don't need bugs in here.  I can do a whole blog post on the bugs I dealt with living near Lake Michigan growing up. I had a Rob Lowe poster in a my room and when I took it down there was a centipede the size of the poster behind it.  Shudder.  

I hope my day gets better.  I hope the good humans are staying cool and aren't around any monsters who don't know where to put a trash can.

I'm too old to baby sit an entitled sociopath.  I told my landlord, I'll take him calling me names over new bugs coming in.