The bug on my rug

I’m watching a small beetle crawl along the floor in front of me. That and the Yankees-Angels playoff baseball game on television. Normally I would grab the bug in my hand and relocate him outside (if I was feeling charitable), or squash him with a tissue (if he was a menacing spider that would bite me in the ass given half a chance), but not this time. Not this beetle. He has given me a simile: “Watching baseball on television is about as interesting as watching a bug crawl across the carpet.” He has earned a reprieve. This bug stays.