You’ll spot it doing lazy figure-eights around your compost bin like it’s on a mission from a very boring boss. It has the flight pattern of a drunk hummingbird and the persistence of a telemarketer. You wave a hand, and it dodges like a ninja who’s had too much espresso.
I swear, these things have tiny laugh tracks built in. The moment you bring home a bunch of bananas, they form a welcoming committee. They don’t even wait for the door to close.
Where Did They Come From?
One day, your home is a perfectly normal sanctuary. The next, you’re doing an awkward dance in the living room, trying to swat something that’s definitely staring at your wine glass. You check the fruit bowl, and there they are: a tiny air force base stationed on an aging peach.
The culprit is usually a forgotten potato or a slightly damp sponge. It’s always the one thing you forgot to check. It’s like they have a secret newsletter that alerts them to every neglected lemon.
