May we have a moment today to mourn for our great friend Jack the grasshopper-like bug. He was the kindest bug I have ever met in my 2000 years of living, and he certainly did not deserve the death he received this morning.

His family's whereabouts are unknown, so sadly, no one but I and you can attend his non-existent funeral. He first came into my life two days ago, in November 19, 2017. Even from the very beginning of his arrival, he always stayed at a place where he could never bother my sister and I. He did not even move much so that I did not have to worry about him climbing over to me in my sleep.

It was likely around 7 or 8 this morning when Jack died of being squished under my blankets. He is very unfortunate to be killed by the very thing he clearly showed fonding of, and we will never forget him.

Thank you, Jack, for being there as the best kind of bug there for me. Even Barry couldn't have done a better job (...mAYBE-)