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.

And I shall name him Manny the Destroyer

And I shall name him Manny the Destroyer

And I shall name him Manny the Destroyer

Godspeed, Manny. And may you teach the aphids attacking my wife's rose bush the true meaning of loss.