Dear bugs,
I don't bother your turf, you don't bother mine. When I see you in my room, YOU WILL NOT MAKE IT OUT ALIVE. I don't care if you're accidently in there. You know a house isn't your turf, stay out! I will not go into your underground burrows, hives, or wherever the heck you live, trust me. That especially goes for stink bugs.
Your enemy,
Alyssa.
PS - When I loose sight of you after the first sighting, you might hear the song "Eye of the Tiger" playing. You're in deep man, RUN FOR IT. If you hear that, 'cause that means I'm on the hunt. YOU WILL DIE I PROMISE.
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