Bugs

I haven't actually acknowledged this before but we've been having bugs in the house. It's probably not earthshaking but it's not always what you want to say upfront. Hello, we have bugs. Although I remember being about 4 or 5 years old and visiting my grandparents in Roanoke, Va and when I was introduced, I apparently told everyone that "I have bugs in my head."
Head lice knows no boundaries of age or geography. And god knows we've had run-ins with head lice since then. But not this go round. Rest easy everybody who has seen us recently.

This time it was beetles. We suddenly began seeing small black things on the walls or a gaggle floating heads up in Murray's water bowl. We had no idea what they were and how upset to get. They didn't suck blood so not bed bugs and they didn't make us scratch our ankles in that frantic way so they weren't fleas. But what? We asked the doormen who had no idea. We consulted with the handy man who had no idea. And even when put on the spot the exterminator had no idea. Luckily he was fired and the second exterminator took one look at our cache of carefully saved bugs and pronounced them beetles and in the second breath without even seeing Miss Murray, asked where we kept our dog food. Apparently they travel with dog food.

Mystery solved. On to the next exciting chapter.