A hornet just flew past my head. I've never seen one in person, but it whizzed by my ear and I instantly knew that by God, that was a hornet. The entrance hall is now a red zone that is no longer safe. I'm ready to get out of this house.
I'm not quite sure where all the bugs are coming from. And just to clarify, I don't mean to imply in any way that this house always keeps the doors closed, or that no one ever leaves food out, or that there naturally aren't insects outside that want in, so why would we have bugs? I'm aware of how bugs work. What I mean is, I didn't know this many bugs existed, and why they have collectively agreed upon Sigma Chi for their congregation headquarters. The house was relatively creature-free for the first half of the summer, with a few minor exceptions, but nothing that is uncommon for any normal house. But about three weeks ago, one little fucker slid through and decided to alert the entire rest of the phylum, it seems.
I've always been kinda scared of bugs in an indoor setting. Not really ants or flies, which just annoy and gross me out, but pretty much everything else will make me jump or scream, depending on the size. I am pleased and nauseated to report that after 7 weeks here, I am a stronger woman. This house is hardening me. I've killed more bugs here than I have in my entire life, which is saying a lot, because I'm surrounded by men who can do it for me, and I've still had to react to enough critters in a timely fashion to sum a greater number than all times previous to Sig Chi.
Myself and all other girls in this house now greet each other in the hallways not with salutations such as "hey" or "good morning," but with strong words of encouragement or mutuality, such as "we'll get through this" or "I can't wait to move out!" It's comforting. They say misery loves company, but in our case, I would say that the company loves to commiserate. We all live our own fine and dandy lives each day, feeling swell, but when we band together, the ranting begins. I'm not usually one for spreading negativity, but when a hornet flies past your head, your standard of living leaves something to be desired. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯