Those look like quite exciting stories you’re telling, Buggs. I really hope those whispers didn’t translate to those dreams where you’re trying to run away, except your legs weigh a ton and the bad guys start to catch up, and then you can’t scream because your voice has gone, and for some reason none of your punches connect, your fingernails aren’t long enough to hurt as you drag them down the bad guys’ faces, and you’re about to smother under the weight of your own terror …

… I really hope you’re whispering stories about kittens and puppies and baby sheeps and stoats and things like that.

Please?

The strawberry ones are my favorite. All others are an abomination unto Nuggan.

Hand-holding Buggs are awesome, and adorable, and smile inducing, even on the worst of days. Do not underestimate the power of “just” Buggs.

There were no issues, Buggs, I PROMISE YOU.

I can only assume that the original post was for the day I thought I was getting my thumb surgery, but which turned out to be only a consultation with the surgeon, and that this is the day I actually watched a guy in scubs playing with my tendon.

All righty, then!

The Buggs are not as irreverent as they look; when a work colleague of Loki’s passed away unexpectedly, the funeral arrangements specified that attendees should wear their favorite geeky shirt.

That is exactly the sort of thing I’m specifying in my will, too.

I know what you’re going to say.

You’re going to say, “Why do jelly beans need to be chilled?” Or, “what on earth is that, some sort of whackass Christmas tree topper?” Or even, “Who makes ice cubes in that shape?”

And I answer you: “It doesn’t matter the slightest little bit that jellybeans don’t need chilling, or that the thing is weird, or that that would be the weirdest ice cube tray ever, because they went all the way to the arctic for it, in those KILLER fuzzy, hooded coats and boots and sporty goggles, and they did it out of love, so you just shut your pie-hole and stop being such a Critical Charlie, ok?”

Ahem.

Because of my stupid thumb surgery. How freaking adorable are those buggs? The huge fuzzy coats, the goggles, the tofubeast sled? I’ll tell you: they are brain-breakingly adorable.

Also: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOKI!

Aww, thanks, Buggs! Love the van. And the binoculars. And the headphones. And the fact that you apparently have a full-fledged surveillance op ready to go at a moment’s notice.

I wish everyone had a pair of sweet, silly, supportive Buggs to show their love. It’s a great help in times of stress and strife, let me just tell you what.

It was easier than I ever dreamed it could be. I even got to watch! It was fascinating and not at all icky — although every single guy to whom I described the inner workings of one’s thumb went all woozy and pale.

I love the flower, Buggs!

Look, there’s in single file, they’re walking and waving in unison — the only thing that could improve this scene would be whistling.

Snuggling’s the best, right?

So were they giant grape-flavored jellybeans … or were they just grapes?

I’m thinking grapes.

I did love them, however!

Not gonna lie, getting my stupid thumb seen to last summer was ridiculous, and I appreciate the Buggs trying to make me feel better about it.