Where's A Man When You Need One?

Just when I thought I could be the epitome of Miss Independent, sipping my hot tea and studying while enjoying peace and quiet in a single apartment, a bug comes flying into the house and there I am with spilt hot tea over my notes screaming and ducking at a flying insect in my apartment at 11.30pm contemplating whether to call my neighbour to come smack it dead for me and risking making his girlfriend prissy at me for using her man to come rescue me from my distress which he should be doing only for her since he is her boyfriend.

Edit:

I killed the bug with my Pilates book. I feel liberated!