I hate bugs.

I hate bugs. It's that time of the year again when insects crawl out of their nasty eggs and gross holes to bother me day in and day out. I hate bugs. My phobia runs deep and I hate Springtime as a result. Yesterday, I saw the first bug. That means that winter is over. During the winter, the bugs freeze to death or they go hide somewhere. I could leave my door open (but i can't because it's cold...oh the irony) and bugs won't come into my home. Now, these damn bugs are flying, crawling, slithering their way into every damn crack and hole they could find. I have RAID in hand to murder those vile minions of Satan but overcoming the tidal wave of those sinful beasts is close to impossible. I hate bugs.