When our dog was still alive I used to take her for walks several times a day. When it was cold I used to wrap up in my son's coat because it was warm and cozy.
One evening, as I was approaching home, I felt the label of the coat scratching my neck. I tried to adjust it with my free hand, the other one being busy with the dog's lead. I rapidly discovered that the label was moving around. A lot.
I put on a mighty sprint, which involved jumping down the four steps to the front door, dragging the poor old dog behind me. She and I crashed through the front door at the same time, she landed on her nose while I stripped all my clothes off as fast as I possibly could (it was a record, let me tell you) until I found the moving label. This was it.
It was ENORMOUS. And it was angry. And it's antennae were red. And they were whizzing around so fast, they were a blur.
It's Doodle Week, and today it's a bug.