Something's Bugging Me

The brain, they say, is a muscle that can and should be exercised.   Think meathead.  To this end I've decided to think about one thing every day I've never thought about before.  Today it's going to be the bugs on my windshield.   Now that summer looms here in the country I have noticed an ever expanding sample of bug guts between me and the road ahead.  It gets more difficult to avoid thinking about them.   My early musings about these splatters led me to a question I can't answer or shake -- Where are the rest of these bugs?   I see the soft insides, but with rare exceptions there are no crunchy parts.  This leads one to the inevitable conclusion that our roads and highways are littered with bug bodies.   Many millions of ecto-empties.  For birds and other critters that live on these bugs it must be a depressing sight.   Perhaps it is the lowest form of bird that works its way down the shoulders poking through bug shells like beer cans hoping for one little swig here and there.   

This is what I have been thinking about, and now this is what you are thinking about.   Don't thank me, but do let me know if you think of something new.   We meatheads must help one another.