Here's what it looked like:
It was walking around. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, it was very much alive.
I knew my boy had something to do with it.
"Bubba," I called. "Why is there an insect under the bowl on the counter?"
He meandered in. "It looked scary, so I figured I should trap it so nobody would get hurt."
"So, Bubba. Now that you have it trapped on our counter, what are you going to do with it?"
He shrugged. Apparently, this was Mama's department. I figured we should investigate and see exactly what kind of threat this thing posed.
Our investigation determined that this was a robber fly. A very fierce insect that kills wasps and bees. Definitely not a force to be reckoned with. I decided that a can of Raid insect killer would be the best option. Bubba lifted the glass house, and I sprayed the robber fly. A few minutes later, it was dead.
"Guess it's not safe to live in a glass house," said Bubba.
"Yep, not safe at all," I said.
Prologue: It is also not safe to scoop up a robber fly in a napkin. Even dead ones. That bastard somehow managed to sting me as its pointy stingy thing pierced the napkin. My pinky finger was numb from it. Guess the robber fly got it's revenge!
Before I go, since there were some requests to hear more of my playing from the recital, I've posted another video. (Again, you can only hear me. Sorry.) If you'd like to listen, here it is: