As I am preparing my dinner, an unwieldy insect flies into the kitchen: long legs, lumpy body, small wings. I have never seen anything like it. It flies right under my nose, makes a few circles around my head, and bumps into my forehead before settling on the nearby wall. A moment later, it takes off again and lands on my chest. When I whisk it away, it makes a large circle around the kitchen and bumps into my forehead once again. Having had enough of the entertainment, I whack it hard. It falls to the floor. As I am tossing it into the garbage bin, I come up with the verdict: incompetence.