lovebug was red, and though she was quite beautiful, she did not like being red.
“why not?” asked the sunflower.
“because,” lovebug replied, “i am easy to spot, and once spotted, i am easy to smoosh.”
“people smoosh me all the time,” the sunflower replied.
“how do you deal with it?” lovebug asked.
“by dying,” the sunflower said.
lovebug was not a fan of this answer.