Defending Our Room Against the Forces of Evil

Classes start tomorrow, but today was rather uneventful. Hillary and I got up two hours later than we intended, and then had brunch with Scott. After some more icebreakers and a convocation, Hillary and I went back to our room to find its security had been breached by a flying ant. 

Thinking it was just a harmless moth or a crane fly, I was content to let it slide. Then Hillary informed me it was in fact a flying ant and I declared it eligible for a swift and painful assassination.

I have had a deep and profound hatred of flying ants since that time in fifth grade outdoor school when I found one crawling on my leg, screamed, and was promptly laughed at by everyone there. 

After some invasive flying (from the ant), and some terrified flailing about the room (from us), I killed it with the hard, thick (not what she said) sole of my Dansko, and Hillary disposed of the body.

We fought valiantly.