...and the bugs win! The bugs win! I have gnats in my house. Gnats are kicking my ass. Even after a couple cans of pesticide, online remedies that I found...um...online, and the physical act of swatting at them until I looked like an epileptic, the damn bugs are winning. I'm like the USA Basketball team getting my ass handed to me by the Greek Nationals' high screen and roll play...it's just sad.
Anyway, I've been widdling the little bastards down and I'm confident that soon, with enough tenacity, I'll come out victorious. I *am* at the top of the food chain and these opposable thumbs have to count for something. I am the lord of my manor, king of my domain, master of my destiny! Hah! Stupid gnats!
Please help me. I think the things are starting to get smarter. I think they're going to fly into my ear, lay their eggs, travel into my brain and eat what little I have left. Please. Help.