OK, I don't know what kind of bug this is, but if he lands on my finger again, all bets are off! It looks like a giant firefly without the phosphorus butt, and he's about as ignorant of protocol as anything I've ever seen! Fraternization is what it is! Stay off of my finger, you insectile b*stard!
Keep your eyes on the road,
Your hands upon the wheel!
I'm going back outside in a minute to stalk the errant predator. The Lioness will jump three feet off the bed and lecture me about discharging firearms while people are sleeping, as usual, but this beast must be humbled! Besides, I distinctly heard the sound of wire cutters in the perimeter fence. The horses will tell me. They're rats! They tell on everyone!