Creepy-Crawly Coincidence
Yesterday while at work, I found myself reading an article about the history of bed bugs. Just about anyone who has crossed my path has likely had the (dis)pleasure of hearing my rant on bed bugs. So it should come as no surprise that I consume any morsel of information I can get on these little (non-sparkly) vampires.
I was chugging along through the article when my eyes stopped dead in their tracks… or whatever eyes do when they stop moving forward. The line I read went something like this, “One of the first exterminators in London, Sir Blankity Blank, referred to bed bugs as Buggs. Yes, Buggs. As in my former married name, Bugg. (How’s that for emphasis?) I also know that my ex-husbands lineage is based in England. I shuddered and immediately did what anyone with this new-found information would do and told everyone that was readily available, which in this case was Celeste, Beth, and Ari. Ari promptly informed me that this is my cosmic fate twist. According to Ari, everyone gets one. If this is true, I do feel a little shat upon by said cosmos. Bed bugs, we couldn’t come up with anything better?
