“…What do you mean you can’t describe it?” I ask to the exterminator, “It’s your job to find it and get rid of it?!” “Well… It doesn’t look like anything. It’s just… not normal?..” He exclaims with confusion and NO confidence in the statement. I figure they’d find out what it was. “It wasn’t clear but it wasn’t opaque. It wasn’t ugly but it wasn’t pretty…and I couldn’t find its nest.” He whispers the last part. “WHAT????!!!” I screamed like there was a bloody murder. “The bug, or pest, is too fast. We’ll never be able to catch it.” “But that’s your job?!?!” I screech angrily. “You can’t just burn down the building?” I screeched. “No? It your house?” He shrugged his shoulders.

(DRAFT BECAUSE I DONT CARE‼️‼️)