My son kept pointing out that a bug was landing on me earlier.
Me: Where?
Him: Can't you feel it?
No. Where?
There!
Why won't you actually help me?!? <crazy bug dance, runs inside>
<hears slam>
I killed it for you.
<hours later...welts on my legs and itchy! Fucker was injecting me with numbing agent as it repeatedly attacked me>
My O neg is like a bug's Golden Corral