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So I'm having cereal, and I finish and am about to put my bowl away. As I do so I look at the table and there is just this obnoxiously fuck-off big mosquito lying slain on the table. I looked at it to check. Including its legs it was about 4 cm, and its legs were all curled up and its wings out. I wondered what to do with it and how it got there, and how I'd missed it the whole time I was eating breakfast. It was brown.
So I figured it was probably because of the three overflowing binbags that had been casually tossed into the corner of the room to prevent the smell from spreading. It had been surrounded by whirling skeets for a while, which picked at the rubbish like the flies they are. I casually scooped my leftovers into the bin and left the room.
My lazy flatmates don't take out the trash, so I decided I'd leave it there and wait and see if they did. It's always me who does it, but am I in the wrong? It's been over a week and none of them have noticed the skeets, instead moving the trash around to solve the problem. I took one trash bag away today in the hope it'd send a message and maybe reduce their population. The other two are still there now, and I know my flatmate's still around here.
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Whatever it was, I just went to take out the bins at long last, there were none in sight, small swarm of angry tiny motherfuckers comes at me as I threaten thier new home in our kitchen. I went back to my room, but they're all sitting on me like parrots on the shoulder of a buggy pirate.
Okay, so how am I going to remove the bin bag? My flatmate bought some disinfectant, I think they were using it to kill the skeets instead of, you know, taking the bin bag out. I think some kind of passive-aggresive fight over who has to take out the trash has gone on here, and I've only just realised.
Get whiteboard, make cleaning roster. Done.
They were all flying in my face, I had to get used to their company as I did that.
I should've made a cleaning roster, but for some reason we didn't. Also it's too late, as I've just learned I'm the only one left. Since yesterday was the final weekday, they must've buggered off already.
Whether or not they'll change depends on what the admin in thsi flat complex deems to happen. I don't know if we'll be together next year. I know some of them are probably moving out next year.
The bugs are gone now. I killed some of them, I think. I feel a bit bad about it. Then I cleaned the kitchen because they were buzzing around the dirty dishes. They're mostly gone now, but I'm glad I finished the job off instead of half-arsing it and just getting rid of the bag.
The phat bug from yesterday got sent off in a tissue, into the bin.