so later that night, i’m standing in the kitchen talking to thing two, who is a really nice guy, about who knows what all, when out of nowhere, something flies past me and lands right on his chest.
they are here, waiting in the wings, and they fly.
the good news was that thing two just reached down and pinched the thing between his fingers. he picked it off and looked at it, then put it in the trash. wowww. what with thing one and me being a bit cowardly in the bug department, this was a welcome, if unfortunately discovered, development.