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Bugs

I have been seeing a lot of bugs lately. Just crawling around, minding their own business, or acting like they own the place. I see bugs like crawly worm critters, and fake lady bugs, and boxelder bugs and centipede things.

A fake lady bug has landed on my tab key on my keyboard and is camping out a bit there.

Some people are afraid of bugs, and they say they gross them out, like my wife. But they don't really gross me out, unless they are floating in my water glass or something.

I have a hard time squishing the bugs. Mostly because I feel bad for the little guys and I also don't like have bug guts lying around.

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