MUSINGS FROM THE MIND OF AMANDA

I just murdered a gnat. There’ve been a few in my office for days. I’m normally a pretty “live and let live” kind of girl when to comes to bugs that don’t sting, but these jerks like to fly THISCLOSE to my eyeballs and I don’t like it. What if they’re trying to steal my contact lenses so I’ll be blind and then they bring in the wasps to finish me off or something?
But here’s the thing. I only see one gnat at a time. I squash it…and a new one instantly appears. I squash it, and a new one instantly appears….I squash it, and well, you see where this is going.
I’d like to say I’m on high alert for the next reincarnation of the gnat, but I don’t feel good and my head hurts, so it’s a very, very low alert…but still an alert. I’m hoping I got the last survivor…if not, the war continues

Edit: About three minutes later, the “new” gnat showed up. I think they’re trying to make me think I’m crazy. HA! That ship has sailed.

Edit Again: Gnatalie is dead. I’ve now killed GNathan. His successor flew around for a bit, but is now in hiding. As it is after five o’clock, he’s apparently called off to rest up for business hours tomorrow. It’s also possible that he’s been exterminated. The dog just farted, and frankly, I’m not sure I’m going to survive. I think my contacts have melted.