That's the worst thing about summer.
I was lying in bed last night when I heard an odd chitinous sound that caused me to spring away from my pillow and turn on the light.
There was one of these on my pillow:
I flicked the pillow in fear and it went...well...away somewhere. I decided to live with it and try to go back to sleep. But then when I dropped my hand above my head I felt something in my hair and started up again: The same FUCKING BEETLE WAS ON MY PILLOW AGAIN.
So I grabbed an old soap dish I had lying around and scopped the fucker up and put it out the window.
And as I'm starting to drift off again I hear this noise like a tiny piece of gravel has hit the metal slats of the blind over my window. I try to ignore it but it's too much and so I raise the blind...and the fucking beetle's flown in through the window. FUCKER!
So this time I scooped it into the soap dish and left the lid on for the rest of the night and in the morning I put it out the window again and locked everything up. I saw it walking off happily in the sun. EVIL FUCK!