Before drawing this panel, I was sitting at my "drawing table" and saw the bug flying around. It landed on its back on my table, and began struggling to flip over. I put my finger next to it for it to grab onto and flip over, which it promptly did. As it crawled on my finger, I brought it up closer to the light. Liz, who was laying in bed "trying to sleep", let out a little laugh at that point.
"Are you watching me," I asked her.
She chuckled a little and said, "Yeah."
"Did you see what I was doing?"
"No," she said, so I explained to her what I was doing, in about the same way I just explained it. "I'm ruthless compared to you."
I chuckled a little, then looked at her and said, "It's not hard to be ruthless compared to me."
Then, after personifying a little bug and spending an embarrassingly long time drawing and scanning it in, I moved my sketchpad a little and it hit the bug, which wounded it, causing it to walk away with a limp.
I'm sure there's a joke in there, somewhere.
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