Bored out of your mind you decide to visit a niche book store. Walking the the solemn dusty rows of unorganized books you feel a bump on your chest. When you look down you realized that without even a sound you sent a small shaggy girl onto her bum. The book she was holding laying face up on the floor, it reads “Smithsonian handbook of entomology.” Looking back at the girl she’s curled up into a small ball trying desperately to disassociate herself from the book.