Bug

For if I should kill another bug or beetle I should surely cry again, and crying rusts my jaws so that I cannot speak.”

And can you wonder that when I found this crazy boob of a bug-hunter with the queer name squatting right on the top of it, and never quitting his room, I had to do the best I could to shift him?

“He looks like a big-bug,” said another; “dresses in fine style.

I noticed the color of the sky on my walk to work, came up with a name for my sister's new bakery, and finally figured out how to fix a stubborn bug in my code.