Joe, old buddy, old pal, please listen up. Our home has become a war zone. This place is bug infested and you know how I hate bugs—all kinds of bugs. Roaches turn my stomach into a mix master. Spiders make me feel like crawling into a foxhole and fight the good fight. Water bugs are giants and when I see one dragging out of a drain, I jump and scream. Fears grip my body and my heart thumps every time I peek under the refrigerator and spy one of those horrific creatures. When searching in a cabinet, those pesky ants are always around sticking in a puddle of honey or hanging around a flour bin. The only bug I have learned to live with hides all the time. If I can’t see them, they don’t bother me. Joe laughed until his stomach ached.
I’m packing and you should, too. I’ve filled my suitcase with items I can’t live without and lugging it around will be hard, but I got to get out of here. The signs are all around us, Joe. If we don’t move on, bugs will try to attack us. I want to send these creeps to a dark place where they can torture one another and leave us alone. I wish someone could lift us out of here to a bug-free paradise.
“Where should we look?” Joe asked. “Is there a state with fewer bugs?”
“ I don’t know. I believe the higher up we go, the more protected we’ll be.”
Matt and Harvey don’t care about it. They spray around and hope for the best, but the consensus is: Search for a fumigated place where the death knell has already rung on termites and all of those disgusting crawly beasts.
Let’s drop our suitcases and rest a while. We’ve been searching for the perfect place for days and I’m so tired I might need a blood transfusion.
“Look over here, Joe. This cabin looks spiffy, don’t you think?”
“Wow, what a great place. It’s clean and no sign of any bugs. Don’t you think we’ve entered a whole new world? The beds look so inviting. We should get some rest so we’ll be wide-awake before the sun comes up.
“Hey, Joe, wake up, it’s still dark and time to look around.”
“Let’s have a party.” Joe said, as he commented on the lump in the mattress.
We jumped off a pillow and I pulled Joe to the edge of the bed searching for an opening.
Here it is. Let’s go. Two tiny brown heads popped out from under a silky white sheet.
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