I'm not even sure how this little guy got inside. Or past the cats, up the back of my chair, and onto my computer table. He's literally the size of a mosquito, but he still did the little rear-up "don't fuck with me" hissy thing when I tried to gently prod him off my hand onto one of the plants outside.
Godspeed, Manny. And may you teach the aphids attacking my wife's rose bush the true meaning of loss.