In my dorm room my freshman year, there was this gigantic fly. I had heard friends say they spray hairspray on spiders and it freezes/kills them, so I think 'flies have hair too, what a great idea!' So I chase the bastard around my room spraying it with hairspray, but all that does is piss it off. It never stood still long enough for me to get it really good.

So it finally lands on the ceiling, and I had the little sucker then. I spray the crap out of it, only to flip full out when this ear piercing wail fills my room. The fly had landed on my smoke alarm, and the hairspray had clogged it, much like smoke would, and that made the fire alarm go off.

Thankfully it was just my room's alarm going off, so I had to sprint down 9 flights of stairs yelling "It's just a bug, it's just a bug!" to the front desk, right as the fire station called to make sure it wasn't a real fire. Thank god they didn't make anyone evacuate. That was so embarrassing.

The worst part was, the fly wasn't dead! After they turned the alarm off and I'm sitting in my room alone, there he is, probably laughing his ass off at me. So then I killed it with a shoe.