Fun things to do at midnight: Go out onto the streets of New York seeking a store that sells fly swatters. Then after you search for an hour and finally find them, buy a handful. Come home and proceed to spend the next 2 hours chasing down flies in your apartment. Don't stop until you have a body count of more than 100.
Yes, that is how Michelle and I spent our evening last night. We are inundated. Over-run. There are still at least 50 flying around this morning because they are spawning. Uggghhhh. I haven't bitched about my roommate in a long time and so I am over-due. The flies are his fault. The imbecile decided one day about a week ago that simply opening the window in the kitchen would make it cooler in the apartment rather than running the fan in the window (that he keeps turning off). The kitchen window has no screen. In the alley under the window is a large garbage collection point. Enter the flies. There were only about 30 of them when I got home that night and discovered the open window. The window was shut, I bitched, he argued, Michelle screamed, he finally agreed not to open the window again (which I strongly suspect he broke this past weekend because on Friday there were still around 30).
Imagine sitting down at your computer and within seconds there are at least 10 flies trying to land on you and the screen. Yuck, yuck, yuck!!!!
He still hasn't found an apartment. He has to be out of this apartment by the end of this weekend. He hasn't packed a box. I swear to G-d, on the 1st if he hasn't moved his crud out somewhere I am moving it out on the street and changing the locks.