Oh The Thinks You Can Think ...

So ... If I was God I'd be kind of annoyed because what's the point of taking all that time to create little bugs and their I-see-everything-28-times-with-each-eye eyes and their cool little wings and suction-cupped-feet-that-can-walk-on-ceilings just so they can get squished by a fast-moving-car-windshield or the-face-of-a-girl-sitting-on-the-front-of-a-boat?

And these are the kinds of thoughts that consume my days ...