Ok. I'm not afraid of bugs.
I'm not afraid of bugs.
I'm not afraid of bugs.

But just a minute ago, Bea ran into my room with a frantic expression and one of these in her mouth:
And man, was that thing LOUD. You know how at night it sounds like there are armies of these buggers sawing away outside your window? Turns out that's probably only one or two. They have some serious lungs (er... legs) on them, these buggers. And then its wings started whirring and Bea startled and let him go and whoosh! he was flying around the room and Bea was looking at me like "Hey, human, how are you going to fix this now?" and I was looking at her like "Hey Kitty! What were you thinking when you caught that thing?" and my heart was stabbing around in my chest like it was trying to get out.

So I went and got my housemate Josh and he fixed it. Hooray for housemates.