The bug on the floor moved so slow I wonder if it wanted me to smash it with my shoe. I gave that a try. Quickly, I approached, I wanted to catch it unawares, but as I lifted my shoe, the bug picked up its pace, and my shoe stomped empty space.
The bug turned and gave me a grin and showed me its butt to my total disgrace. In my fury I stomped again, but the bug showed no fear and wiggled away. My shoe falling on empty space.
That night in my room I pondered my disgrace. Shamed by a bug no bigger than a button, with a wiggle as furious as empty space.
When birds burp, it must taste like bugs. Bill Watterson