Bugging

29 Jul

In the dream came swarms of insects.

Giant wasps I can not stand. Blankets of ants, my arch nemesis of insects. Pouring from a hole in my ceiling as  stood terrified and powerless to do anything about it. Pouring from a wood crossbeam. I refused to get close enough to figure it out further.

I wouldn’t reenter the house knowing these bugs were there.

No one was listed to exterminate in the phone book-just one vague advertisement about bugs and plants. So we ventured out to find this person, this old man.

We found his home, almost a compound, filled with children and women-he was the only man. We cajoled him to help, bothered him until he agreed to come with us. We toured the grounds of his home.

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