I know you read the title thinking "What in the actual hell." Same. Literally, same.

You must be wondering how I ended up in this odd situation, so I'll do my best to describe how I got here without sounding completely insane.

I would describe myself as a relatively clean person. I don't leave food or drinks in my room besides water. However, when my little friend arrived, I did have three dead roses wasting away in my room that I was reluctant to throw away since they were the flowers my boyfriend got me for our three-year anniversary of dating.

Obviously, when I noticed the fly I knew it was time to get rid of the flowers. But I didn't rid my room of the fly because I'm that person who feels bad whenever I kill a bug. So to protect myself from any feelings of guilt, I told myself he would eventually just leave. He was a fly after all.

But the next day he was still there.

Again, I convinced myself the fly would eventually leave.

He kept to himself, usually sitting somewhere on a wall far away from me or out of sight, so I didn't put much thought into him. He would be gone soon. Don't these things only live 24 hours anyway? (Apparently, houseflies can actually live up to 28 days.)

Well, the fly arrived about two weeks ago now and he's still making himself comfortable in my room.

This past week, my boyfriend eventually had enough of the little guy and said he was going to kill him. As I described earlier, that's definitely a no-no in my book if murder (Yes it's murder! Bug murder) isn't necessary.

My boyfriend picked up the towel to swipe at the fly and I jumped up to my little musca domestica friend's rescue. He would be leaving soon anyway!...right? After much back and forth, I decided it was time for him to go and ran to my bed while my boyfriend attempted to do the deed.

One hard smack later, and my boyfriend even said he felt kind of bad. That damn fly had been hovering around for so long and crazy enough, we convinced ourselves he trusted us because he would let us reach out and touch him like a house pet.

Well, that was not the end of the fly's life. He survived, but he did disappear for a day and I told myself that I was right all along. He eventually left.

But just like a child storms away angry from a parent, they eventually come back.

And that's exactly what this stinking, persistent fly did. 24 hours later and he was back, perched on his favorite spot on a wall decoration in my bathroom.

But what am I supposed to do now? It's already been two weeks and these flies can live up to 28 days. He'll die of natural causes eventually, unless he simply refuses to die, which I could definitely see happening.

So for now, I'll just continue to share my room with this pesky little fly that has made himself at home.

I'm not a perfect person, but at least people can say I would never hurt a fly.