Don’t Even Look At It

Sign on piano in lobby of Monroe County Office building
Sign on piano in lobby of Monroe County Office building

I awake from a vivid dream last night about an infestation at my parent’s house. My dad had called an expert to analyze the large bugs that were slithering from the mortar joints of his field stone foundation. (My parents actually have a modern concrete block foundation.) The expert had dug down along a portion of the foundation near the front door and we watched as bugs as big as six inches long worked their way out of the motor joints and they then either crawled away or took flight. One was iridescent blue and my dad, a bird and nature enthusiast, identified it as “rare such and such.” He was delighted to have spotted one of these and the blue bug flew toward him and hovered like a hummingbird right in front of his face.

There was a stern woman with the expert, possibly from the health board, and she was taking notes on a clipboard. She used a three word name, derived from Latin, in her confirmation of the infestation. The expert told my dad there was no option other than digging up the entire house and treating the foundation. My dad was trying to digest this when I woke up.

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  1. Hhhhmmmm, strange growths appearing and overtaking one’s life? Sounds suspiciously like children, or the myriad animals and rodents and insects that digest and enrich life on the forest humus (my current Reading on The Forest.)

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