Some people call them pests.
I, however, call them roaches.
They make way too much noise.
They rarely show themselves.
And when they do,  they bring their kids.
I mean I respect life and all that stuff.
But sometimes,
In the quiet of the evening.
The moon playing tag with the clouds.
The wind whisking by at gentle speeds……
I accidentally step on one on purpose.

That’s not going to go over well from what I’ve heard.