Sleep Tight And Don’t Let The Bedbugs Gnaw Off A Leg

Well, we’re nearly at the last page of this chapter. The movers finished up last night around 10 PM, and now there’s nothing left in our house except two fold-up chairs, a mattress, a box of Cornflakes, and an echo. And, needless to say, there was no time to write an article for today. But I didn’t want to leave you hanging. So…

After traveling north today to watch our grandson compete at the national kickboxing tournament, we’ll return to collect our meager belongings and begin our trek to the left coast. We’ll leave behind good friends and family, and…those gigantic Palmetto bugs! We’ll miss the people, but if those bugs became extinct today, well, there would be no love lost by me.

Here’s a photo of one of those behemoth bugs. We saw this one on our street last night. I’m telling you, they fear no man.

Anyway, I’ll do my best to deliver an article tomorrow, as long as the sun rises and the bedbugs don’t bite. Speaking of bedbugs, have you seen the size of those things? Seriously, the insects in Georgia are no joke. I’d rather be in a knife fight with three dozen outlaw bikers than to run across a single Georgia bug of any type in my house.

Believe me, the number for pest control was in my speed dial, above 911. I’ll take my chances against armed robbers and serial killers, but I want the pros (the exterminators) here before I can finish the first scream.

Okay, I’m out of here this time.

See you tomorrow.