Operation Insect Relocation: Success

"Do cockroaches have wings?"

"Eww. I don't know — why?"

"Because I can't tell if this is a cricket or a cockroach."

Always a fun way to interrupt a co-worker's lunch.

So, yeah, I had been innocently reaching up to grab my 2007 Edition BPVC Section III-NE off my shelf (you know, like you do...), when I suddenly found myself face-to-antennae with an unidentified winged object. If I hadn't looked up to make sure I was grabbing Section NE and not Section ND (trust me — do NOT confuse the two), I probably would have had bug guts in my hands right now. And even though he freaked me out, I just couldn't bring myself to kill him (maybe because I had already anthropomorphized "him"), so I trapped him in the empty plastic fruit cup from my lunch (which was cool, because it was clear plastic so I could still see him crawling around inside), covered it with a tissue, and did what anyone else in my situation would have done: walked up to the desks of everyone else in my department and asked, "Hey — wanna see something cool??"

But since none of us could agree on exactly what kind of bug it was, this being an office building in New York City, not exactly affording its inhabitants everyday exposure to the wonders of Nature, we again did what anyone else in our situation would have done: we Googled it.

There was consensus on at least one topic, however; that being, "Whatever it is, get it out of here!" So I grabbed my building pass, took the elevator down 22 floors [tall, solidly-built male in a suit and tie and a panicked voice after getting on at 17: "That's not a spider, is it??"], swiped out at the front desk, exited to the street through the revolving doors and, again, did what anyone else in my situation would have done: set him free in front of Starbucks.

Bugs are fun. :)