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Pinching Bug

Something flew in and landed without sound on my backlit screen. It began using its feelers and front legs, feeling around, and it is still here. Climbing rapidly toward these letters as I speak. Now right next to this one. Oops! My mistake. Above the lines now, twitching its feelers. I always called this kind of bug the “pinching bug”. I am wondering why now. Do they actually pinch? Bite? Sting. She is at the top of the monitor, in the black box part. I cannot see her, and yet, I know she is there. I can feel her presence. It was weird how I thought it was a faerie….did you see me jump just now? She took flight, flying right at my face, scaring me even more. How can a tiny creature barely as long as my fingernail tip do that? Here we go again. She is climbing around on the screen, studying what? There is nothing there, I think. But she is apparently going to find out for herself. As long as she does not fly into my face again, we are good.

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