Creeping along the corners, catching a glimpse with my eye. Unwanted guests entering my door, sneaking in without an invitation. Looking up and down I see the swiftness of his movement. I tell him to leave, but he doesn’t listen. I go to the kitchen and take my weapon off of my wall, where it has been resting peacefully all winter long. I ask my brother if he has seen this guest, and he does admit, he has seen several, and wondered if I let them in. I notice that he is already stationed in his chair with his own weapon resting on his lap, ready for action. He is in watchful eye mode. I return to my comfort chair in the living room, and I keep watchful eye on my feet. They seem to like bare feet. Although I took my daily shower this morning, this means nothing to them. As he rests close to me, the thought of him wanting to become closer to me makes me feel so dirty. I pray inside, asking him to go away, and leave me alone. Please don’t touch me. When you touch my hair, it gives me shivers. I wonder what you are doing where I can not see you hiding. Are you calling your friends to come rest on my hair? Do you plan on having a party, without my knowledge? I sit very still, trying to breathe softly. I use my eyes to glance in all directions, fearful of what is coming up behind me, but not daring to move in order to see. It doesn’t matter what room I visit here at home, they follow me. I have seen them sneaking into my kitchen, crawling on my floors. They even visit me when I use the restroom, but the ultimate, is when they visit me at night. Afraid to lay my covers at the end of the bed, when I get too warm, for fear they will attack me. Leaving their mark where ever they land. They try to make me giggle, by softly landing on my nose, or on my finger. I have told them and warned them to leave, but they are not taking my warning. I hate being ignored. Now, I mean business. This game is over. I tried softly speaking. I tried screaming. I even opened the door allowing them to leave with no punishment and no words said. I am out of patience. Now I shall show them who is boss of this kingdom. I stand in the middle of my living room, with a fly swatter in one hand, and fly killer spray in the other. I shall win!!