They have the whole world to explore but somehow find the one area of death. A bug is so small it’s life could be spent on the size of hand but instead some choice to spend time actually on that hand. For that reason their death sentence may await. If only they had chosen a different path they would be able to see the great, great grand fly and nobody would care. Yet they had to live on the cliff of a nose and when you get this close you to that edge you either fall or be eaten (depending on the nose) . It’s time bugs get a travel agent and realize that some area’s lead to heaven and others straight to hell. Choose wisely my bug for one small turn and bang I got you!