Invasion

They fly in with the overstated
confidence their presence will
be tolerated, if not quite welcomed.
As though your privacy and proud
possessions should be shared
without your permission. Such
utter arrogance of the self-entitled
is no formula for the expectation
of welcome. Instead, with gritted
teeth and girding oneself, the
host bridles with the type of
hopeless indignation known to
the put-upon at the appearance of
unexpected and unwanted visitors
who bypass the courtesy of an
invitation, much less an idea of
when they plan to depart. Leaving
the host to plan for methods to
hasten their departure, through
means of hostile permanence
outraged at their flouting of decency
in displays of public copulation
while in the process destroying
prized garden specimen, those
foreign predators with the iridescent 
carapaces viewed as vermin for
their culpability in gardening 
circles; themselves objects of
nature's beautiful design, alas.