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Bugs make me feel: happy
When I see a bug I say: wow that's a cool bug
my expression:
Bugs make me feel feelings.
When I see a bug I say: That is explanation for and cause of all human emotion. I was an emotional wasteland before I laid eyes on that bug and each time I blink and it disappears briefly from my view is like dying inside for a moment. I dread the moment when it will crawl out of view and I treasure the fear, because I know that it too will disappear as soon as I no longer see a bug.
My expression is very, very weird.
How could you not feel overjoyed when witnessing a bug enjoying life?