Why is it that a freakin' fly or bee, or any other winged insect for that matter, has no problems whatsoever navigating, in the middle of night, through the vast nature outside and right into the little crack in my window, but is completely unable to find it's way out again, driving me to insanity as I have to get up at 5 am, find a newspaper, roll it up, and use it to end this insect's miserable life, before I can get back into bed and try to get to sleep again. Aaaaargh.
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