unwelcome guests

The past two nights, I have had the pleasure of trying to ignore some creatures who I'd prefer not to live near. Last night, I remained quite calm as I shooed the roaches and mouse out of the kitchen - Mom, you would be so proud. And some small ants seem to be suddenly enamored of the plant in my room or something. But they are nothing compared to Monday night, when a homeless man took up residence in front of our door. I'm really not sure what he was on, but he was passed the f out - didn't move an inch for almost 24 hours. He was there when I left for work around 7 in the morning, had rolled over when I got home from work around 5:30, and was still there when I got home from book club after 10 that night. Despite stepping over him several times, I managed to not notice the gun he was apparently using as a pillow. Just as well, really. Although the owner of the bar below us reassured my roomies the gun was fake. I'll take the vermin in the kitchen over the armed vagrant.