Those bugs are just nasty this summer. More punishment for that mild winter as if that wasn’t enough.
They’re not all bad though. I like the bugs that I can clearly see move through the air,
The ones who will look you right in the eye,
The ones who know how to stand still,
The ones who face off against each other instead of aiming at my flesh,
The one that looks like the alien from that movie you can’t remember the name of because they all sound the same,
Ones with lots of pretty colors,
And ones with no color at all.