Lesson here: it’s fun to kill.
Must be something wrong with my brain.
Took the Suburban to a car wash tonight and just as the dang thing started, I noticed a winged bug thing trying to get away from the soaping stage.
Then the “soft touch” caught on the antenna and the whole damn wash shut off, with the Burb full of soap.
The flappy things were caught on the antenna, malfunctioned and I had to back out the narrow entry just to escape.
Went to another car wash to get the soap off and there was the bug, alive crawling down the hood, soaking wet.
I was thrilled to see it made it.
I removed it to a safe place.
This is a BUG mind you and I was losing my mind over it getting soaped up and possibly dying.
That “killing is fun!” crap up ^^^ there, I can’t even comprehend.