a bug
So I'm ridin' home on my bike, and out of the corner of my eye, I spot this little eensy spider who made an intricate little web in one of the holes of my bike basket. And it's just chillin' there like it doesn't have a care in the world. Probably thinking, "Man, look at me, I made myself a home in a moving bike. I'm so smart, I get to eat bugs from not just one part of Isla Vista, but also anywhere this here person parks on campus. So I've got a varied and balanced diet of different types of little insects. Look at me, I'm just a travelin' bug. I get to see the world and eat cuisine from all over the place." But little did he know I had all these evil thoughts in my head, and I already knew of his premeditated plans to take over the world as a traveling food critic. So I went home and I took a stick and took him out. Now he's probably sitting sadly on the floor in the yard, not knowing what hit him.