A tiny, green bug once landed on my shoulder. It idled there for quite a while. It didn't leave. And then I thought... Oh boy! I'm like those one of those tough guys who walk around with falcons on their shoulders! Only instead of a falcon, I have a tiny, green bug. But no matter, it's my tiny, green bug.

And I played with it in my hands, and it scurried from finger to finger, oh, ever so quickly. A hyper tiny, green bug, that tiny green bug of mine was.

But then I put it back on my shoulder, and (to my despair) it flew away, into the hair of the guy in front of me, and apparently its tiny green legs itched this guy, and without any investigation, he swatted it, and then it dropped to the ground.

Dead.