The Second Story Window

The downfall to a warm winter is the bugs. Huge. Bugs. Everywhere. A slight exaggeration, but there are those nighttime bugs that love them some windows, and they keep banging against mine like bullets. Every time this happens, my mind immediately jumps to the worst conclusion. That someone is climbing in my window, snatching my people up. Then I remember that my window is on the second story and it is impossible to climb in it unless you're spiderman. Guys, spiderman is trying to break into my house. My spidey senses are tingling.