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Lately, I have dedicated time to editing my book, so it’s been ages since posting on the blog site. I wondered what to write about and then it me–Bugs!

I’m not a big fan of bugs. Although I have gotten used to them since living in antiquated housing with cracks large enough for these little critters of all shapes and sizes to infiltrate my abode. Not sure why I get freaked over the little fellers, after all they are 1000 times smaller than I am. And I did grow up in Minnesota and spend a great deal of time outdoors. And because of that fact I encountered a myriad of bugs. Here’s the catch, bugs in Japan are different than bugs in Minnesota. Sure, you have the same old mosquito, but when it comes to bugs like beetles, Japan takes the cake in a big way. Fortunately, helmet beetles stick to themselves and not likely to penetrate my home looking for sap–their main source of food.

It is after all nearing summer and soon the bug season will be in full swing. I am already noticing what I call in technical terms the black jumping spiders using my curtain as their playground. I think they enjoy the fact that they are able to jump and use this ability for protection to avoid those slow hands of mine wanting to catch them. I do on occasion and for the record set them free. Lately, I have taken to not caring if they are in my home. I might as well be generous with my space. And besides, they are fun to watch and help pass the time away as they frolic on my curtain playing those jumping spider games.

What causes me sleepless nights is any time a flying cockroach figures out how to infiltrate–Their one and only job in life. Well, that and terrorizing people who are afraid of bugs by stalking and flying around kitchen lights like one did last night. With no weapons at hand battling was futile. So, I did the next best thing, shut the door between the kitchen, its territory and the bedroom, mine. As if that would keep it out of my land. It’s a bug after all and can go anywhere it likes. The door provided false safety and a modicum of comfort in my mind. I am only just now realizing the futility of this act. If it had made it into my land, I would never have known–I was out like a light as soon as my body hit the bed. This is a testament to the progress of acceptance of bugs in my life. There was a time when I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all.

With a new day rising I prepare for battle, but only after finishing this post.

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