Invasion

It's warm these days.

Fat yellow mosquito wanders between my face and monitor. I clap my hands in the air ineffectually and wonder if it has West Nile.

Cat comes home, covered in green and brown burrs: "Aargh, kitty, you're a singlehanded seed dispersal system." She writhes out of my lap before I can pull them all out.

Look up: poor lost firefly still banging himself against my fluorescent lamps.

Put up flypaper yesterday. Still nothing even though there were a couple of freaking huge ones buzzing around earlier.

Drosophila in my bathroom - hey! Where are you breeding! I took out the rubbish yesterday!

Worst: a small brown slug oozing across the tiled kitchen section of my efficiency apartment. I hate slugs. Pour the salt on mercilessly.

I'm starting to feel like that woman in the story in Michael Blumlein's The Brains of Rats who thinks the creatures are all conspiring to invade her house and she slowly goes mad...