They’re unwelcome and uninvited, yet they creep in anyway. Sometimes stealthily, sometimes you witness them barge their way in. But once they’re in, they’re in and you can’t do anything to make them leave.
It’s amusing how it takes 0.03 seconds for an insect to fly in through an open window, yet it can take 2 days (or never), for them to figure out how to fly out through the same window.
They’re so lame at figuring out how to exit that they’d rather die than get out.
And die they do….behind the couch, inside a light fixture, or being taken down by a swinging dish rag.
My window sill is like a graveyard. They were so close, yet so stupid.
If they only knew of their imminent death after flying in through that open window, do you think they’d still do it? Are they risk takers or just dumb? I mean, what are they looking for anyway? A new adventure? An open chip bag in the kitchen? What?
Imagine if humans in horror movies, being held captive by murderers, had an obvious open door or window? They’d give anything for the same privilege these dumb bugs are handed on a silver platter.
But then, I guess horror movies would lose their luster if there was always an open door.
Yet the bugs squander their opportunities. They opt for life on the edge, only to die behind a couch, never to be found again until the resident moves out and takes their couch with them.
And there they are. Dead for years, behind the couch.
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