My husband and I have tried
everything to fight the ever-present, aggressive insects around our Florida
home.
As a biology major in college, I
was forbidden to use the common, unexpressive term ‘bug.’ But now that we’re under
siege, giving various species the higher distinction of specific and usually
more colorful names seems rather too respectful. Bugs, pests, vermin, varmints
convey my emotions of distaste and frustration much better than order
Insecta, class Coleoptera, Lepidoptera, Hymenoptera, Diptera, Hemiptera,
Homoptera, Orthoptera, Blattodea, and Mantodea. Although I’m well-schooled in
the details of each of those classes, the stuffy latin names make the invaders
seem larger than life—like some horrid B-movie with giant bugs crashing through
houses and tossing cars.
In desperation, after trying a host
of home remedies, we broke down and called an exterminator.
The man from the company did his thing, spraying toxic whatever in and out, then he returned from his truck, not with the invoice as I’d expected, but a box full of these galvanized riflemen. He placed them strategically aimed at our foundation, taking great care to hide as many as possible among bushes and flowers. When finished, he whipped the invoice from his back pocket and, with a sheepish grin, said, “The army is free of charge since you’ve contracted for our yearly plan.”
The man from the company did his thing, spraying toxic whatever in and out, then he returned from his truck, not with the invoice as I’d expected, but a box full of these galvanized riflemen. He placed them strategically aimed at our foundation, taking great care to hide as many as possible among bushes and flowers. When finished, he whipped the invoice from his back pocket and, with a sheepish grin, said, “The army is free of charge since you’ve contracted for our yearly plan.”
After the man left, we looked at
the bill and shook our heads, conferring about why we hadn’t thought to buy our
own troops to save at least eighty percent of the huge fee.
Tea Leaf Tales is a series of original
ten-sentence short stories by Marsha A. Moore, relating to photos/scenes that
resonate with her.
2 comments:
LoL Don't you just love a guy with a sense of humor? Let's hope the sympathetic magic works!
I hope so too! Thanks, Juli!
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