Dear Mother Nature
It looks like summer is over. The last few days the weather has been dreary and overcast. Lovely.

I'm not ready for the cold just yet, Ma'am. I was enjoying the cloudless skys and laidback days and sometimes even the humid nights, apart from those BASTARD INSECTS you kept sending. Maybe that's why you ended summer, because I killed half of the fly-population and a good percentage of the moths, so you just cancelled the rest of the season to teach me a lesson. I'm sorry, I usually hate killing bugs, but the sheer quantity of them left me with no option.

Now, most of them were possibly just innocent by-standers...y'know, lounging around, minding their own. But some were just plain noisy, inconsiderate and somewhat rude; buzzing around the room at break-neck speed while I was trying to sleep. So, as usual, the minority caused the majority to suffer, and mass murder was committed on several occasions.

My personal favourite.