My thanks to Artyom, the surveyor, for taking every measurement perfectly. I was heading for a wrist as if it were a festive dinner: warm, inviting and with a relaxed human attached. But the screen fitted perfectly, without a single gap. One tiny opening and I would not be here today. Instead, I survived, got married and now have 47 children, all of whom have great respect for accurate measurements.

Many thanks to Roman, the installer, for leaving no gaps around the frame. I spotted a cutlet in the kitchen and thought, “Tamara, this is your moment.” I tidied my legs and chose a landing spot. But the screen fitted so tightly that I could not even squeeze my nose through. A minute later, Grandma Zina appeared with a wet cloth. That was when I realised this was not a kitchen. It was a high-risk zone.

A huge thank-you to the technician who recommended a snug fit. All I wanted was to drift inside and settle on a white shelf in a thin, respectable layer. No drama, just the quiet life of dust. But the screen stopped me. Inside, Galina the wet cloth and Artyom the vacuum cleaner were already on duty. I live outdoors now: free, slightly grey and very happy.

Thank you for the micro-mesh. I am tiny, shameless and usually squeeze into places where no one expects me. Not this time. I tried sideways, head first, at full speed and even with an innocent “I’m only looking” expression. Nothing worked. The mesh was far too serious. Through the glass I spotted my cousin flying towards a lamp. I have no further questions.

My respect to the company for such a strong screen. I was not flying into the living room as an insect; I was arriving as an event. I planned to take charge and settle by the chandelier. But the screen stood up to my authority. Inside were Igor, Dima the cat and Valentina the electric fly swatter. I rarely thank humans, but that day you saved both my life and my reputation.

Thank you to Lena, the consultant, for advising the customer not to compromise on quality. I caught the scent of beer on the windowsill and assumed I had been invited. Lights, laughter and a glass: it looked like a summer festival. But the screen said, “Kristine, you do not have a wristband.” A minute later, someone covered the glass with a napkin. I survived, although emotionally I was already inside.

My heartfelt thanks for the careful installation. I do not bite anyone; I am purely decorative. I wanted to land on someone’s hand so they would say, “What a lovely ladybird!” Unfortunately, that person was applying insect repellent and looking at the world with deep suspicion. The screen gently explained that not every hand is ready for friendship.

Thank you for stopping me from making the mistake of a lifetime. Through the window I saw a wardrobe and a coat: expensive, soft and full of promise. I had already imagined a new life in premium textiles. But the screen kept me out. Then I noticed the lavender. It was not the wardrobe of my dreams, but an interior trap scented with betrayal.

Thank you for the screen that stopped me before I reached the hot light. I was flying towards the lamp like a performer taking the stage: wings spread, heart singing, audience waiting. But the screen blocked the entrance. A minute later, the lamp grew so hot that I realised the applause would have been brief. I perform by a streetlight now. It is simpler there, and no one smells of melted plastic.

Thank you for the sturdy frame and secure fixings. I was flying towards the light, of course, although even I had no idea where I was going. My navigation becomes unreliable after 9 p.m. Without the screen, I would have entered the room via the glass, the chandelier, the soup and someone’s face. Instead, I bounced off neatly and pretended I had only been inspecting the facade.

Thank you to whoever fitted the screen door. I spotted the houseplants and thought, “A lovely little swamp, just without the swamp.” I jumped towards the opening but could go no further. At first I was offended. Then I noticed Dima the cat. He was looking at me like a green cutlet with eyes. Your screen saved more than the people inside; it saved my slippery little life.

Thank you for leaving no gaps in the corners. I followed the scent of perfume, convinced I had found a garden in bloom. It turned out that Larisa was simply getting ready to go out. I had almost chosen a spot on her neck, but the screen held perfectly. A second later, Larisa reached for the insect spray. That was when I realised it was not a garden, but a beautiful trap.

Thank you for an installation with no unwanted openings. Я, конечно, не насекомое, но тоже хотел зайти. My plan was modest: a corner above the wardrobe, peace and quiet, a small web and a little philosophy. But the screen would not let me in. Marina lived inside, and the sight of a spider turns her into a security alarm. You saved me from a scream, a slipper and an emergency family meeting.

Thank you for the screen that stopped me from becoming part of the interior. I dreamed of settling on the windowsill like a layer of beautiful grey velvet. But Galina the wet cloth was already waiting inside, with some black bristles from an old brush lying nearby. The atmosphere was not welcoming. I stayed outside and realised for the first time that even dust deserves a rest.

Thank you for the screen that brought my family business to a halt. There was a banana on the table. Ripe, soft and full of business potential. I was ready to fly in, invite my relatives and establish a colony called “Banana Paradise”. But the screen would not let me in. An hour later, the banana was put in the fridge. Thank you for stopping me from building a future on someone else’s property.

Thank you for the durable mesh. I spotted an arm after a workout and thought, “Now that is a heated restaurant.” I flew towards it confidently, hungry and full of bad intentions. But the screen stopped me before the man grabbed a towel and turned the conversation physical. I escaped alive and became a vegetarian for three whole minutes.