Room

Today I find there are several pieces of..."Mother Noodles" on the floor of the room. The first word in my mind is "Oh...". I really hope them to treat the room as home. I can endure their friends still talking when I am sleeping. I can endure the dust around their area. But I can't endure that pieces of food is left on the floor without clearing them. How come he can sleep on the floor with the food. How come they dont clean the table. How come this is the room that I am living. The room is already very poor ventilated, due to windows always open with small mouth.
I can endure this is to resist mosquito. But! I can't accept food is on the floor. This atrract ants or even... I forgot how to spell =.=. Without hesitation, I go up stairs, lending a vacuum cleaner and clean the room. I hope they won't make the room dirty again.