The other morning my roomie-for-a-week Shirley called from the bathroom: "I need some help…".
She was ticked. All over her stomach and back. Ick. Nobody else got them, we don’t know where they came from, but they’re gone now! I rinsed them down the sink.
This kind of stuff either makes you laugh or cry. We decided to laugh, a lot. I haven’t had a belly laugh in a long time, much less giggles that go on way past bed time. Ok, I wasn’t covered with bugs, so it just might have been a little funnier to me than it was to her…