You didn't think I was done, did you?

My office is on the 53rd floor of a downtown office building. We can't see out of the windows on foggy days. Airplanes appear to be heading right for us. Cars look like Hot Wheels. We can only imagine how windy it is up there. So when we see a bug (spider, fly, whatever) stuck to the outside of one of our windows, we can't help but say to the bug, "DUDE, do you know how HIGH you are?? How did you get up there?? Why aren't you getting blown away?? Go home!!"