Apparently sometime during the afternoon on Monday, the Mummy awoke and began his quest for his stolen organs outside my apartment.
And the flies which he spewed out upon the earth continue to linger on my window, three vacuum massacres later. Today’s count: 38. Garbage and compost have gone out, window is closed, there are no suspicious smells and no physical signs of their residence. I called reception, and they say if it’s still a problem tomorrow they’ll call someone.