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THE SCENE: Our kitchen; someone watches as I gather a bug into a napkin and release it outside, where it's snowing.

ME: Of course, now instead of being squashed, it'll freeze...

THEM: ...Captain Ameribug.

ME: Bug Rogers.

ETA: SEQUEL: I'm making a rare foray to the living room, telling the story to someone else (to showcase my own cleverness, of course).

THEM: What kind of bug was that?

ME: I think it was a stink bug.

THEM: Rip van Stinkle.