Spent the end of 2025 chasing flies in my kitchen after emptying a bottle of poison did nothing, crushing them with my hand while watching their bellies burst with smeared out organs, drowning them one by one, looking into their facetted eyes while their legs twitched for the last time. More of them kept comming at me, so eventually I had to choose nuclear winter by putting on my ushanka and opening the door. At first they were defiant by crawling on warm surfaces, but eventually I broke their will to live. Morning will tell if I exterminated all of them.