Dear Beetle that flew directly into my cleavage and then refused to come out during class this morning,

As if I didn’t have enough problems getting my learners to respect me/take me seriously already. I’m sure they really enjoyed watching me man-handle my own chest for 30 seconds trying to get you out of there.

I might have been able to play it off if you just flew in there and chilled for a hot sec. But you were jumping around in there like a chimpanzee on crack. And the BUZZING. My lord, the buzzing. I didn't know a little bug could make so much noise. You sounded like you were having the time of your life. (Maybe you were?)

Why can't you just fly directly into my face like all the other bugs? Isn’t that enough? No, you found the ONE way a bug could be even MORE annoying.

Buzz Buzz motha sucka,
r