Let me tell you the story of Buggy...

He was but a singular insect on my table, a mere wanderer, at that moment I was going through a terrible time of insect prejudice.

So, I trapped him, in the small indent at the bottom of a clear plastic cup. I laughed for so long at his futile attempts to gain freedom.

After a while, I thought it would be better to give him a larger living space. I got a second clear plastic cup, and transitioned his home from the small indent to the larger inside of the clear plastic cup.

After this, he seemed to still want freedom, but was more or less happy at this new living space.

He lived for 2 hours in that small plastic cup.

After a while, I saw another one, not the same species of bug, but would still be a good roommate for my bug friend, who I affectionately named Buggy.

I successfully caught the soon to be roommate of my bug friend, but not without a terrible price...

Buggy's backside was completely crushed by the edges of the clear, plastic cup, and was stuck, rooted to the ground, but still alive, a gruesome fate.

For an hour, I could only watch, as my bug friend tried desperately to escape from his entrapment, to finally be free.

I ended up removing the cup, to give him the fresh air. But, he could not taste true freedom.

I then had a fantastic idea, I had a small piece of cardboard from a snack I was eating leftover. If I used the cardboard to un-stick him from the table, he could experience freedom, like he always wanted.

It worked, but there was a problem. Getting him unstuck from the table re-opened the wound that was previously closed by being stuck to the table.

With his last dying breaths... Buggy... Finally tasted true freedom.

Take the knowledge of Buggy with you, and cherish his memory, we all know that he would like it very much.