It's sitting there now, in the middle of the room. I'd convinced myself that I'd driven it away, but as soon as I let my attention wander, as soon as I let my mind drift from all these trivial distractions, there it was. As hairy and smelly and ugly as ever.
I'm going to have to deal with this brute eventually. The other night I got right in its face and ordered it the fuck out of my house. Showed it the door. Gave it its walking papers.
It just sneered at me.
I wasn't going to get rid of it that easily.