We share our world with bugs, insects, more than 10 quintillion bugs–10 followed by nineteen zeroes–representing more than one million different species of bugs. That’s a lot of bugs, so our third prompt of the day recounts your experiences with bugs.
Alleluia, Yes, the third try is the charm. It was originally posted at ll:55 last night, but pesty bugs in my system hid prevented stories about them.
Let us hope the third time trying is the charm, never give up. Yes, bugs can be a problem.
Let’s try again. Belows download backfired. My Fair story downloaded.
This is my good night story of Bugs, hope you enjoy it.
Bugs simply bug me out. Pun intended. Here it is.
Etya, your nasty roaches, kept my story about their buddies from being posted. I truly believe they set up a defence line disallowing my roach story from entering. But truth shall prevail. Amen
Too funny. I’d like to read it.
Look above 2 hours ago, I finally got through you roach defence and posted PROMPT 3, BUGS, BUGS, BUGS. It’s there, I think.
Here is my story for the bug prompt. Still creeps me out. Feedback welcome.
I would not have survived your ordeal, Lisa Marie. I hate those creepy crawlers with a passion. What a terrible joke that was. About writing. Check out the words that end in ing and rework those sentence. Loved the ending. Job well done!
Thanks, Etya. I will check those out.
I agree with you regarding those creepy crawlers for sure.
Lisa Marie, OMG your story totally freaked me out. As I read your horrible childhood experience, I could actually feel the miserable little monsters crawling all over me. Even now an hour later my entire body is tingling with crawly feelings. I kept thinking what if they had been the big black winged cockroaches. In prehistoric days, 300 million years ago those miserable creatures were 3.5 inches long, ‘Yuck’
Hello Lisa,
You told that story very well. You captured the shock, horror, repulsion that you experienced, very well. Such a cruel joke. I hope the culprits were suitably punished.
Thank you, Lorna. They were definitely not punished well enough in my opinion. If I remember correctly they were just fussed at and told to go outside and play.
That’s enough for Post Traumatic Stress. Yikes! I like how you kept me in suspense about roaches, then you surprised me with even a worse ending than I expected.
It still creeps me out to this day, Nancy.