Treasure!

Buried deep in the Amazon, there lies a treasure, the scope of which no one person could ever comprehend. It possesses power unbeknownst to many, if not all. Though some may say that a treasure such as this presents only problems unto the world, I disagree. I believe this treasure could truly be the solution to all the world's problems. I yearn for this treasure. I seek out means of attaining it everywhere I go. I'm not sure if I, nor anyone else, will every find the treasure, but I can certainly pray for a day when it is discovered. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm talking, of course, about the 1500 Live Ladybugs available on Amazon. I truly don't think a greater joy could be released into the world than to watch someone opening a bag of 1500 live ladybugs. Surely, if there's a utopia, this product is at the center of it. Ladybugs are one of the prettiest insects, they're red or orange or yellow and have black spots. How much cooler could you want an insect to look? They don't provide much utility (though I'm sure enough of them would be a solid source of protein), but what they lack in usefulness they make up for in their unparalleled awesomeness. Don't be a fool. Chase your dreams. Buy 1500 Live Ladybugs. Come on, I know you want to. You know you want to. It's only a matter of time...

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