bugged

“Better on her pillow case than embedded in her neck, eh?” asked the Muse of Many Questions.

“When she hosed Henrietta down after their trek on the marsh dike, three wood ticks fell onto the shower’s floor… and there’s one attached and sucking away in furry folds of the fourlegs’ neck, right now! Henny won’t sit still long enough for our typist to pull the feasting fiend.” Urania replied.

“Speaking of bugs… when Henny barked through the sidelight yesterday… why didn’t she go hide in the bathroom? Nope… ever the curious one, Writer exited through the garage and performed a flanking maneuver, catching the badged and clipboarded by surprise. Mistake.”

“Long blonde ponytail, riding a scooter… her sales technique was like a Belgian Malinois after a bad guy… sheesh. After gently telling the ferocious smile not once, but twice, that there was no interested in hiring the company to remove bugs and their pheromones from the house on the hill, Typist had no choice but to tell the saleswoman she was ‘Going back in the house now.’” Thalia nearly doubled over laughing at the memory.

“Shall we catch the BFN family up on Meandering Muses’ progress?” asked Calliope.

Thalia disappeared through the window and Urania… well, if looks could kill, the Muse of Many Questions might be done asking.

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Honestly folks… three chapters left and it feels like one of the hardest things I’ve ever done. Perhaps I should have hired the bug saleslady to eradicate The Resistance?