Sorry Dave, I Can't Do That

Right now I'm online, it's 10:00 and dark and my retinas are burning from my too-bright monitor, and a giant moth is fluttering around the screen and believe it or not, because I was scrolling down the page at the time, I actually tried to use my mouse to shoo the moth. And no, I didn't physically raise the mouse and whack the screen with it, I tried to scare it with my teeny little arrow cursor. And it took me a minute to realize how weird and sad that was.