Bugging Me

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Let me paint you a picture of the totally glamorous life of a one date wonder on her own. Actually, let me not paint it because that would be gross. Because the picture is of a giant beetle in my apartment.

The first time it happened (oh yes, it’s like that) I was sitting on the couch minding my own business watching TV and surfing the internet on my laptop. I had a drink on the coffee table, I was relaxed, and all was right with the world. Apparently my mistake was blinking. I blinked, and then it happened. There was a giant beetle right in the middle of my laptop screen. Seriously. A beetle.

I did what any normal single gal would do when presented with the situation. I screamed and shoved the laptop off my lap. It hit my drink which spilled all over the coffee table, snapped shut, and fell to the ground. I had already jumped out of my seat and was doing the crazy itchy screamy bug dance over by the front door. And then I had to decide… what was more pressing? Saving my coffee table from water stains or locating and eradicating the giant life threatening beetle now trapped inside my laptop?

The water stains won. I mopped them up and then kicked the laptop into the middle of the room. Armed with a wad of paper towels the size of my head, I jerked the machine open and found…… nothing. Cue the itchy screamy bug dance and a frantic search for the beetle. I found him on the couch in the end, which caused more dancing and a final kill. Unable to deal with the buggy corpse, I took the entire wad and threw it out then went to bed with visions of beetle bugs dancing in my head.

The next morning I was puttering around the place and threw something out in the kitchen trash. My hand brushed something crunchy on the outside of the can so I picked it off without thinking anything of it. A split second later my caffeine deprived brain registered the fact that this crispy bit may actually be a giant crunchy dead beetle and I dropped it. You know what comes next. That’s right, I did the dance. Upon confirming the fact that there was now a beetle corpse on my kitchen floor, there was not a hot enough shower in all the land to calm me down. I don’t know how I finally got the courage to grab a paper towel and dispose of the body, but somehow I did. There may or may not have been screaming involved.

Don’t even get me started on the second time. I mean, unless you really want to laugh at me some more.
Début de l'événement 12.05.2022
Fin de l'événement 12.05.2022