Beastly Little Burglars

The bugs I contend with may not carry malaria or bite me in my sleep but they nonetheless irritate the life out of me! They seem to delight in messing with my artwork.  They steal into my freshly poured paint and like burglars steal away my little piece of perfection! They are a plaque upon my house. These dim witted, miniscule monsters create mayhem and haunt me every time I wait for my piece of art to dry. They silently slip into a pool of poured pigment sliding and sloshing through a surface of intricate images changing composition and form until it looks like a 2 yr old has been finger painting. What are they attracted to? Is it the glossy sheen of the wet acrylic? Or is it the strong toxic smell. Maybe they see in color and are drawn to the striking tones. I wish I knew. Even when I carefully net my paintings they still find a way to break in and take off with their feet and antennae loaded with pinks, purples, prussian blues and every other magnificent shade. I do feel slightly sorry for them when they don't make it off the glistening canvas and die a most glorious death etched in my artwork, immortalizing themselves by becoming now a part of the painting.              Sneaky little Buggers!