If my thinking is incorrect I offer an apology
I am told the study of bugs is known as entomology
So if that’s true I’m wondering where all those experts are
For the marmorated stink bug has returned from fields afar
They’re clinging to the screened porch and the doors that lead outside
The windows are no safer, for into their seams they hide
They’re propagating with ferocity, their will to live intense
The bugzooka has been broken with its suction rife with dents
I’m thoroughly disgusted, by their armor and their shell
By their asserted squatters’ rights which are making my life hell
Please understand it’s viral, like an insect form of MRSA
These bugs are killing my morale instead of vice versa
I have spent quite a few minutes this morning apologizing to the Sirs for my oversight – as I write this, they are still looking at me with disdain. I didn’t realize that this is National Dog Week. Truth be told, I didn’t even know there was a week dedicated to the celebration of dogs (I’m whispering this, I really don’t want to be heard, ok? It’ll just make the chill in the air even worse). I could say that yesterday was Yom Kippur, and I was involved in more life-affirming activities, answering if you will to a ‘higher calling’. The plumber was here Monday for the greater part of the day, Tuesday just got away from me…
I’m going to buy some Frosty Paws later today.
In the interim, for all the dogs who work like…well, dogs and read this blog on your way to or from the office – these are for you. For all of us who are totally canine-crazy enjoy..