As some of you may know, Kat moved out a week or so ago and Stefani will not be moving here until June15th, so I have had the place to myself. But now, I have a new addition to my apartment!

He came to me on Tuesday when I was home sick. My front door had been propped open due to the fact that I had set off my smoke alarm. But that is an entirely different story that has nothing to do with my new roomate.

After the smoke had cleared and it was safe for me to shut my door, I sat down to practice piano. Then I heard buzzing and was aware of a small bug swirling around my head. I thought that it was a bee at first, but it turned out that it was just a very big fly.

I thought to myself, "Whatever, ignore it, it's just a fly."

But it kept buzzing. And it wasn't even buzzing in key with the Chopin Waltz that I was playing. Soooooo inconsiderate.

So I opened my front door again and tried to get it out, but it seemed to be fixated on staying near my windows, even though they have screens that it can't get out of. I tried to swat him towards the door, but everytime I did, he would just buzz angrily at me and fly towards my face in an aggressive manner. (It was during this time that I decided it was a boy, because, well... yeah.)

I was a bit frusterated, mainly because I had totally been in my Piano Zone, which is pretty much the happiest place that I can be, and this fly wouldn't leave me alone! I couldn't figure out why he wouldn't just listen to me and go out the front door. This is when I started to get a little angry and I actually started arguing with him. You probably are thinking "How can you argue with a bug that can't even talk?" My answer to that is "YOU didn't hear him buzzing!!!"

I thought maybe if I gave him a name, he would be more respectful of my request for him to leave. So I named him George (he totally looked like a George) and continued to ask him to see himself out. But noooo, he kept hovering around my window! My neighbors were probably confused when they heard me saying loudly "Oh yeah, that's GREAT. Stay at the window that you have been at for 20 minutes. Yeah, FABULOUS."

At this point, I crossed over to the dark side. (I should probably mention that 30ish minutes had gone by at this point). I decided that George was going to have to die. As he was crawling along the side of the window and was right at the spot where the window hits the wall, I slammed the window shut as hard as I could. I heard a loud, agitated buzz, and then silence. I stood there and let an entire minute go by... silence. I felt a little bit of guilt, but for the most part, I was just glad that the buzzing had stopped.

I sat down and continued to play piano. Then, three minutes later...

George came flying back out! The window wasn't even open again! He should've been forever smooshed between the wall and the window! He came back to life AND gained the ability to go through walls. Incredible!

So once again, I opened the front door, and kept asking George to leave, and George just kept buzzing and flying in circles, laughing at me with a menacing look in his eye.

Finally, he flew into Kat's old room. And I shut the door.

So now George has his own room, and I have mine. We're giving eachother our space, and I think we're going to be fine.