No, seriously, that's the question.
I was just finished with my shower and putting my clothes on, and then I felt a low-registering but sharp pain on the left side of my neck. I grab for that area (as we are wont to do, w/o the slightest clue of what-who-how has transpired), pull off the alien and toss it at the sink.
Because it was a beetle, it had that hard shell of yumiliciousness, which means it's harder to kill, say, than a cockroach or an ant. In any case, I emerged the victor.
Or, did I?
My question again, for those of us just joining or not paying attention earlier, will the beetle have the last laugh as I lay gasping for my last breaths in a slow, torturous process of beetle-poison-induced death? I just wanna know.