Every morning I wake up and there is a dead moth on my doormat and a dead bee on the outside windowsill. I give them a proper burial. The next morning...same thing...same place. I can only conclude:
1. Insect fight club.
2. I'm stuck in the lamest version of the movie Groundhogs Day ever.
3. Mob has taken notice of my constant ridicule of show Mob Wives.
3a. Mob has hit hard economic times...instead of horse heads, insects.
Any other theories?