Once, I thought you were almost kind of cute, in a buggish sort of way. I believe I thought you might be baby ladybugs... But now I know your dirty little secret-- that you will grow up to be those hideous, giant monsters that like to fly toward me with rustling wings. As baby leaf-footed bugs, you are the Enemy. If I remember to do so, I'll soon be looking up easy (non-bug-touching) ways to kill you. I realize that this may put a strain on our relationship, but it can't be helped.