My apartment is bugged!

This huge crane fly -- one of several dozen that have mysteriously come to visit my apartment lately -- was particularly attracted to my shoulders. I don't know if he's a domesticated crane fly or if my shoulders somehow smelled like a crane fly of the opposite sex, but after a while it was no longer flattering or enjoyable to have a pet crane fly. I gently but firmly directed (okay, forced) him outside and politely asked him to not come back. "And while you're at it" I added, in my best possible bug voice, "Could you please ask your friends and family to socialize OUTSIDE my apartment? And maybe scare away a few pigeons at the same time? Thanks so much!"