They’re just so god-damned small.

It’s quite unfair to know they’re there,

yet not see them at all.

If they would just emit a glow

or make some tiny sound,

then we could wrangle them and throw

their dread souls on the ground.

We spray in their direction

and sometimes meet success,

but they have hiding spots galore.

It really is a mess.

We fight this daily battle,

a cold front pitched in hell.

And now we find, O most unkind,

they’ve moved inside as well.