|The light! The light! |
Fly toward the light!
And a long, steady thunderstorm - such as the one we experienced yesterday afternoon/evening/night - increases the strength of this stimulus.
In short, it's a miracle I'm alive and sitting at my desk, rather than carried off to the termite lair and sacrificed to their mound-making whims.
|I approximated the number of the winged creatures |
to one bajillion, eight thousand ninety six.
|I look about as maniacal as the flying beasts above me.|
(And you can see up my nostrils. Disturbing.)