Maybe some of you saw my post on Facebook a few weeks ago, about my house under attack by small, flying creatures that could fell their wings and crawl under my door.
I stood at attention a few feet from my closed door with insect-killing spray and a flip flop to keep my hut free from infestation.
I woke up to today’s attack at 4:15 a.m. I could hear strange noises but did not know what was happening. Instead, I tuned in to World Series game 6 about 45 minutes earlier than planned, which meant that I had 45 more minutes of agony to listen to.
After the game ended at 5:40 a.m., I went back to sleep, still unaware of what was happening outside (and inside).
I finally got out of bed around 7:15 a.m. and saw the first bug crawling across my floor. A flip flop was handy and I deftly ended its life. Then I saw a few more and reluctantly opened my door to so, so many bugs.
Fortunately I have not yet encountered a bug here that has scared me yet, as there have been plenty that have wanted to move in with me. Like this fellow.
I let him live, albeit outside.