This never happened before, and I have no idea why wasps are invading my room merely to die in my vicinity. I guess I am some sort of saint among the wasps. Imagine a wasp, about to die: "Oh, I feel something strange in my sting... I think I am not ok, I may be dying! To Nicolas' bedroom!" And BZZZZZZ it flies towards my room.
I remember that a fly just dropped dead right on my keyboard once. I was typing, and then this fly falls down on it after a short-lived flight. "Thank God I reached Nick before I kicked the bucket!" I don't know what it is with insects and me, but I notice that spiders also come here to die. Though, I must admit, this is a different kind of death, as I squish the fuckers on sight. I hate spiders. They make webs in every place they're at and that stuff comes out of their insectly anus and that alone disgusts me. Then they look like demons and they devour other insects. Fuck spiders.