A Well-known Cosmopolitan Pest

I don't know how long they've been there.
Days, weeks, months maybe.
I watched some fall from the sky.
Their bodies never broke on impact.
Legs crossed in defeat, some outstretched as if there was a last ditch attempt at escaping fate.
Tiny shiny husks, scattered about.
So hated, yet so necessary.
A life cycle of putrid beauty come to an end.
I've walked over them.
So desensitised and uneffected by their deaths.
I just turn the light off and go inside.