There might be an old moth or two, but that's about it.
In fact, the bottom of my stomach closely resembles the uncleaned tray in a bug zapper after a long, hot, wet summer. Amidst the carnage littering the tray you can clearly see the crispy-fried carcasses of butterflies from Bar Exams past.
In reality, my stomach feels like it has termites. I was just joking about the ulcer earlier. But now I seriously think I'm going to have to make an appointment with my Doc.
God, please let this be over.