Day of Bugs. The bugs dug out the Dodgers. The bugs in the dugout. Bugs
with their tiny shovels, swinging them like batters in the ondeck circle.
Bug in the batter, digging with its tiny spadefeet, churning for the
edge. Plucked it out and put it on the windowsill, but along came the
dreaded Batter Wasp, and ate it in the twinkling of an eye.