A draft carried a bug inside my house. What do you want? I asked the creature. It lifted it's leg and then it's body grew as large as mine. The expressionless creature walked upstairs to my library. I followed it after the sixth step, three seconds behind. When I got to the room it was sitting in my recliner holding a thick book about clouds. I then remember saying out loud, "I hadn't finished that one yet". The bug never once looked at me as it nodded. It caused only a few minutes of excitement for my life. Then it put it's leg down, shrunk and then got sucked out through my unevenly measured front door.