I woke up and felt like there was something crawling on me. You know the feeling, where it might be a very small bug or it might just be an errant hair that got bent or something.
Anyways, so I poke at the feeling, and yep, it's a bug, crawling around on my chiseled abdomen like it's an amusement park or something. I immediately squeezed it between two fingers and brought it to my desk for a closer look, all the while the thing madly fighting it's inevitable demise. I ended up smooshing it with mostly full travel-sized bottle of Purell.
But anyways, what is this bug, besides
A) Dead
B) Gutsy as hell for messing with me
Bug
Yes, it's dead in that picture. You don't negotiate with terrorists, people.
Anyways, so I poke at the feeling, and yep, it's a bug, crawling around on my chiseled abdomen like it's an amusement park or something. I immediately squeezed it between two fingers and brought it to my desk for a closer look, all the while the thing madly fighting it's inevitable demise. I ended up smooshing it with mostly full travel-sized bottle of Purell.
But anyways, what is this bug, besides
A) Dead
B) Gutsy as hell for messing with me
Bug
Yes, it's dead in that picture. You don't negotiate with terrorists, people.