Your incessant clicking and ticking drives me wild. I see you, with your hard shell and crooked legs as you attach yourself to my screen door.
From the outside going in, I dread you being there. I run and fend you off as you all fall to the ground and all around me as I rush inside late at night.
But once I'm safely inside, I mock you. I laugh at your stupidity as I flick you off the door and watch you drop to the ground, motionless for a few seconds until you fly back up and stick your legs back into the holes of the screen. And all I think is, laugh, flick, and repeat.
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