Hired guns.

As if the housefly couldn't have given me anymore reason to detest him and swear destruction on his kind.

With the June 2007 Invasion of the Houseflies beaten back by the superior Kudronian forces, the omnipresent entity that is the housefly resorted to thug tactics and goonery. In a truly diabolical move, the housefly has hired a mercenary to invade - the armyworm moth.

Approximately 75 minutes ago, my night was going well. I was watching Baseball Tonight and SportsCenter, relaxing on the couch. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye, I see an object fluttering in the room near the lamp. To my horror, it is the armyworm moth. Second later, I see another gruesome creature on the wall, a black insect roughly the size of a quarter. I could not tell what it was, perhaps a beetle of some kind. I did my best to murder the menace on the wall, but it is clear now that it was the fall guy. The moth has since vanished.

I am currently in a sting operation against said moth. I have sealed off every door in the house that I can in an attempt to limit where the moth travels, and I have turned off every light except the four lights on the ceiling fan in the living room. They are the brightest lights in the house - but the moth is not being drawn to them. It is possible the spy escaped to the basement via the ventilation system, and if so, this battle is over for now.

This is low, even for you, housefly. Your petty offensive fails, and you resorted to hiring a moth mercenary? This screams of classlessness and desperation. The moth is a foul brute; it makes no sound, it doesn't move particularly fast. It is a primitive baffoon, drawn to the light like a mindless automaton.

I have no idea how it got in. Perhaps it was here all along; a sleeper cell, waiting for the signal from its spineless leader - the housefly - to activate and begin its operation.

I have dealt with these moths at my auxiliary base; they do not die easily, and they vanish for long periods at a time, reappearing only when your guard is down. But eventually...they die too.

So fine, housefly. You want to resort to sending hired guns for me, so be it. But like you did before it, this moth will fail in its task. And it will die, suffering the fate of so many others. And then, once I have disposed of it, I will destroy you, so you may never disrupt me again. Proactive measures WILL be taken, housefly - and you will not survive.

I have seen the enemy, and he is repulsive.

Oh, housefly, you loathsome son of a bitch. You sent scouts over the last few days for the purposes of reconnassaince. The first scout was a clumsy fool, and was easily disposed of. The second one proved to be much more resilient. It evaded me for quite some time and even survived two direct shots from my bug zapper. In the end though, it too met its doom, twisting and twitching as it fried to death before being extinguished in a typhoon of water.

It is evident now though, that the scout was able to transmit instructions back to its home base. And now, housefly, you have invaded my realm, determined to slowly destroy me via constant annoying and general intolerableness. I awoke today to a different world; a world infested with you and your vermin. Your swarms of attackers have been repelled to the best of my ability. But I can only do so much. Your patrols are elusive and devious, hiding in the nooks and crannies of my home like you know it more than I do. And yet you are ever present, swarming the instant I turn away, announcing your vile presence with that sound you make; that sound that haunts me in my nightmares: Bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Words cannot accurately describe the hatred in my heart for that noise. Never before has there been a more intrusive sound. The fury that buzzing arouses inside me surpasses any feeling I have had before in my 18+ years on this earth. My religious love for Michigan football is dwarfed by the unbridaled and unrestrained contempt I feel whenever one of your soldiers announces his presence.

And now the battle may be at a stalemate. I have found your point of entry, housefly, and sealed it off. The fighters you have sent now stand alone, with no way out. On the other hand, my weapon, the one that has sentenced so many of your outlaws to death via electrocution, has been disabled, perhaps permanently.

So now we are in a standoff, housefly. You can send reinforcements, but they will not have access. And it is only a matter of time until I flush out the remaining rebels.

You will not win this war, housefly. You outnumber me, but you also underestimate me. I will never stop hunting your troops down. I have my own reinforcements on the way, and once they arrive, it will be the death knell for you and your indignant invasion.

"From Hell's hot...I stab at thee....For hate's sake...I spit my last breath at thee."