counting a blessing

as i blankly stared out the front windshield, i noticed tiny little bugs flying at high speed towards it. 

just imagine yourself flying along, minding your own business, perhaps on your way to your child's kindergarten graduation, and then, out of the blue, a strong, clear wall

- made up of two pieces of glass that are separated by a layer of polyvinyl butyrate- 

comes up and   BAM! you're dead. no more kindergarten graduation.

that is NOT how i want to die.

i am so very glad that i am not a bug. and that i am, in fact, a human. 

some bugs are cute.. just not when they are splattered on my windshield.

What's the last thing that goes through a bug's head as it hits the windshield?

-it's butt.

have a nice day.