Flies!

Arrgh! The suckiest thing about the British summer is the flies/wasps/other flying gits. You can rest assured that most of the summer will be blanketed in dark grey clouds (as the sky is now), but the chilly rain and miserable temperatures won't be enough to stop an influx of mosquitoes dining on prime British blood.

I was just sitting here minding my own business when a great big flying blob hurled itself at me. The fly, for that it was, buzzed maniacally and darted around the room, trying to land on my food, but, more alarming, my skin so that it could wipe all that crap it had collected all over me.

Out came the hairspray! Yes, people. Hairspray, as zhonghua2000 will agree, is the weapon of choice when it comes to flies. It sticks their wings together and means a quick twatting, as opposed to you choking on fly spray. I chased it around the room, screeching and jumping on and off the bed as it kept flying straight at me, then coated it in spray at the window. Ahahaha. Fly: 0 Becky: 1.

I really, really hate flies. They disgust me. An idle Google search tells me that there are 1,450 instances of "I hate flies" on the interwebs. A similar search for "I hate spiders" yields 15,200 results.

Now, I'm an arachnophobe. A spider is enough to send me shrieking out of the room, but really? Some filthy thing that wallows in excrement before vomiting over your food, that spreads diseases in some countries versus a Scary Thing With Too Many Eyes and Legs. It doesn't make sense, though I can tell you I'd be too terrified to face a spider even with the hairspray o'd00m.