I've just dealt with an almost apocalyptic ant attack. Thousands upon millions of flying cunts and normal cunts, plus a few brave and loyal spiders, were devoured by the hoover.
I'm not entirely sure how I'm supposed to sleep after that, but hopefully the ant powder keeps them away until the landlord can torch the place.
In the meantime I'm tempted to relocate spiders from other rooms to preempt any potential cowardly night attack, but I'm not sure how much more I've got in me.