Skippin Like a Stone

Junebug!
Why are you so dumb? What are you doing climbing up my lampshade?

Perhaps you emerge from the lawn at dusk feeling kind of randy and wanting to have a good time.
I can understand that. You do what you want. I'd probably feel the same way if I were pupating in the ground all winter, or whatever it is that you do.

But my room is not some kind of club where you can buzz on in to find like-minded single junebugs, fly clumsily around, crash into the wall and then fall to the floor.
Just because my light is on, that doesn't mean "Junebugs, come on in!"
I don't want to have to put the screen back in my window just because of you.
I mean, geez, Junebug. Don't you even know what month it is? It's May! You're like, a month early.

Seriously, you and your buddies have to get out of here. Let's go.