My “special” bugs
For at least a week, I’ve woken every morning to find a gaggle of strange little bugs hanging out together near whatever light source was on during the night. And every morning, I dispose of them all and they return in seemingly greater numbers the next day.
I thought these guys were stupid. Handicapped insects, if you will. It seems they didn’t even try to ensure their own survival by running or flying or whatever it is that these strange little organisms do to avoid being brutally killed by me.
Turns out, they’re not stupid at all. They’re smarter than me. In half-an-hour, the “bug guy” I summoned is going to arrive and see exactly no evidence of any of these strange creatures. That’s right: They knew which day the insect professional was set to arrive, and they’re laying low — thereby protecting the huge, labyrinthian civilization they’ve likely built up inside my walls and making me look like a jackass to the friendly yet judgmental worker with his first name sewn into his shirt.
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