The enemy, my first kill, and a lovely day to myself!

Good evening dear friends and family and unknown stalkers,

Let me start off by saying yes, I have developed an enemy here in Arkansas. My hatred towards this, beast of a thing, came to being and has boiled so deeply in just a matter of weeks. He torments me in my bedroom as I try to sleep, whispering his sweet nothings in my ear. I try to ignore him, try pulling a pillow over my face *gasping for breathe!*, try hushing out his voice.  I have mistaken him for another, but he has shown his true face to me, only as of yesterday. One day I will take my revenge on him - show him my true feelings. There cannot be any love in this relationship. I will not surrender. I have tried to brush him aside, tried showing him just how much I adore him. That's right. It was a miss and hit situation. Who is this fiend of mine? I like to call him "the destroyer of everything that is good and pure".

 Yes, he is the recent addition to the Kirksey Hostel: A housefly.

I know, pathetic you might think, but when I smack him down, he'll know who's boss around here. The Canadian is in town, and soon, Mr. Fly - you'll know it. 

Jeez. Dang insects! Why do you all love me so?

Which leads me into my most recent kill. I was so proud of myself! There were just so many emotions; fear, anxiety, confusion, humiliation, another wave of fear, then finally, triumph, and yet again fear. But he's dead. Not yet removed from the grains off wood on the floor, but nevertheless, DEAD. Squished. Deceased. Buh bye. Here is my proof:

Here is my play by play: I spotted him crawling along the closet door. I panicked inside, we all know me and bugs right? Um...I'm Ruth by the way. Bug friend and lover..... anyways, tried to ignore it. "Ruth, leave it alone, it's a beetle, it's fine, breathe, relax, it's all good really, the world is still spinning, all is well. Mama?" Then I couldn't stop looking at it. I tried concentrating on what I was doing, but I couldn't call 911, I don't think they would appreciate my problem, and Krista was in bed, and we all know what happens when you wake people up to kill a bug: they yell. :) So, finally I got up from my chair and searched the premises for a weapon. I looked at Krista's plates displaying on her shelf (too breakable), the picture frame of us Stewart sister's (too beautiful), clothes on the table (too soft), and finally spotted it! A book! So let me tell you right now, I THREW that book with all my might on top of that poor soul. The little guy didn't have a chance. I mean, I left the book there, which Krista moved this morning I believe, but there was still fear that if I picked it up, the bug might possibly have survived, and jumped me. I didn't know if I could take him on again. But as my evidence shows he is in fact dead though. And that red stuff - I think it's paint. But for more dramatic purposes, let's says it's his guts and blood. Yup, he was juicy.

Ah, so, the lovely day to myself part. Well it was just lovely. Did I mention that already? Oh sorry, ahem, it was just splendid. Hillcrest (the area that Krista lives in) is this adorable neighbourhood, and has a cute street of stores and restaurants. Some of the stores are actual houses, so each room has stuff in it. I love it! I just shopped around, had the most AMAZING smoothie from River City Gift Co. mmmmm mmmm good. And bought myself a necklace with a charm I chose that says "Reflect" which I thought was very fitting considering the trip/ journey that I've been on. It's my most favourite thing I own at the moment actually.  Anyways, here are a few pictures that I took along my walk:

The church that is right by Krista's house. It's so beautiful. Tons of stain glass windows.

  

A bench I sat on while feeling defeated after realizing that this cafe I had REALLY wanted to go was shut down. Man, I waited too long to try it out. 

The sidewalk which lead me to Krista's house.

Ah, so I shall say goodnight here. Love you all. Especially the stalkers :)

xoxo

Goodnight,

Sugarplum