A cute little bed bug got picked up one day
By who knows who; anyhow she came to stay
She came with her buggy spouse straight from their wedding
To make buggy love all day long in our bedding.
And very soon after their sweet day of mirth,
The cute little bed bug quite proudly gave birth
To a litter of larvae, translucent and round,
Tucked into our mattress where they wouldn’t be found.
But we came to know, through our welts and our bleeding
That they joined in with us every night for their feeding.
Three bites; one for breakfast, for lunch, and for dinner
We each were a victim, they each were a winner.
That cute little bed bug, we determined to get her
And her brood using glue traps and a bug interceptor.
In each nook and cranny, we sprayed alcohol
then we moved our beds six inches off from the wall.
So fierce and intense was our bed buggy loathing
In fifty big plastic bags we threw our clothing
That cute little bed bug: we promised to fry her
By tossing our sheets half an hour in the dryer.
The Bug War machinery’s most vital cog
was the services of a bed bug sniffing dog.
Who for three hundred bucks found bugs, larva, and eggs
In the deepest unreachable mattress-y dregs
With the dog, alcohol, plastic bags and dry heat
The cute little bed bug was vanquished complete.
Our beds were safe islands, the bugs were no more
Though sometimes our bed covers still touched the floor.
Then after five years, one chill night in September,
Sadly, we once again had to remember
The big bed bug battle about which I’ve written
for under our waistbands once more we were bitten.
October 6, 2020
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