Earlier this week, my throat started to feel scratchy. My nose started running. My eyes began watering, my ears were ringing. I was sneezing and coughing. I had somehow been exposed to a bug. When my wife heard me sneezing, she started to bug me, telling me to stay away from her so that she wouldn’t catch the bug from me.
So I went to my home office to get some work done on my laptop only to find out that my software had a bug. How did that damn bug get into my computer and infest my program? If I could find that damn bug I was going to crush it like a, well, like a bug.
I wasn’t going to let that software bug get the best of me. I updated my antivirus software on my hard drive. And just to be sure, I wiped down my keyboard and mouse with an antibiotic wet-wipe.
While my antivirus software was debugging my laptop, I got up and went to the kitchen, where I heard a strange, high-pitched sound coming from my microwave. Was there a bug in my microwave? Was my microwave oven bugging me? No way I was going to let that happen.
So I unplugged the microwave oven and pulled it off the shelf. And when I did, I encountered a huge cockroach staring up at me. My house is virtually spotless. What was a goddam cockroach doing in my kitchen.
I quickly caught the bug and destroyed it. It was in my natural domain, not its own. I wasn’t going to gently catch that bug and humanely let it out into my backyard. No sir, I wasn’t going to be humane to a bug. It’s a bug, not a human.
There was obviously a lot bugging me this past week and I want to thank Linda G. Hill for giving us the word “bug” for this week’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.
And with that, I’m going to bug off for now.