Another one of those red-eyed bastards piggy-backed his way into my office, but this one didn't stay on my shirt and is flapping around frantically.
This is the cicada's office now. I think I'll WFH the rest of the day.
I feel like the appropriate way to deal with these would involve a badminton racket.
Okay, I managed to grab it with a napkin and evict the trespasser. It screamed at me the whole time.
Being yelled at by a single bug is kind of unnerving.