Thursday, October 25, 2007

nameless but all too identifiable

subject: bugs
style: creative
source: Douglas MacArthur

"We are not retreating -- we are advancing in another direction."

Stealthily, it creeps its way across the mounds of carpet fuzz and plants itself invisibly in the most inconspicuous, most shadowcast fold of a blanket beneath my bed. Yes, I speak of a bug.

No more than a few millimeters long, it remains nameless but all too identifiable. The vacuum cleaner can only capture so many. Exhausted, I stop halfway through the battle to take a break. But they don't give up. They don't eat. They don't sleep. They leave their little skins everywhere. And there are always more. They put up quite the fight.

After a week of frustration, the stock replenishes inexplicably -- I have only made a dent. I am really starting to despise the little suckers.

Moral for reader: Do not put anything under your bed; they will flock when you least expect it. Clean it all out right now.

Moral for self: Hold out; they're tiny. Blow them out already. Get a better vacuum cleaner. Oh, and for the hundredth time, clean your room too.

That is all.

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