Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1942-03-20

you people got any bugs arouIo 70
your house,
Now, of course, / don't mean to be
personal at all. There are bugs ana
bugs. There are bugs that get INTO
your hair; all of them do, either lit
orally or figuratively. The bugs l
mean are the figurative hair-gettlng
sort. Then there are bugs that form
ed a close attachment to our solder
bows of the A. E. F., and others. Then
there is the kind that seems to thrive
hest in ones sleeping quarters when
ever they succeed in setting up house
keeping in the seams and crevices
and thereby making night hideous.
No, I.wouldn't mention those kinds
in connection with anybody l know,
No. Sir! l mean the kind that drove
me out of church two Sundays ago.
Now, somebody was mean enough to
say that was an easy job-driving me
out of church; but I'd have the world
to know, 1 go to church and when
go out, the service is generally fin
ished; l haven't allowed anybody or
anything to drive me out
But these bugs I'm talking about
swarm on the weather boarding of
your house like bees. Somehow or
other, they get inside through cracks
in the floor or through spaces in the
windows. They're about half inch
long and on their backs have bright red
stripes which, towards the stern
sheets of the animal, form perfect
'V;" therefore some people have call
ed them "Victory bug" Well, I'll
confess they put me to rout all right.
Something less than million of 'em
got into my church on the Sunday in
question. One began crawling up my
pants leg, and another came very near
getting into my hair by making its
way along the back of my neck.
Well, you see, in military parlance
that would be considered an attack
on both flanks. The best thing was
to retreat and reform the battle lines.
/ beat a hasty exit from the church
and went home to get some ammuni-
tion. So far they were victory bugs
all right.
1 jumped into my old jeep, went
home, and returned with can of Fit
with spray gun attached. / opened
fire-or water-at once. Bless your
soul, it might just as well been water.
Those bugs drank that stuff up sames
rs if it had been duck soup. They
spread their wings for bath in it.
They wiggled their toes in it, and
began washing their face, like you've
Been flies do. And, once more, they
were victory bugs, and once more l
retreated minus any idea what to do
shout 'em.
Last Sunday they were there again,
but not in such force, but strong e.
nough to drive me from my accus-
toned pew, and once again they were
'V" bugs. What intrigues me is, how
they manage to subsist when they
choose to make church their camp
ing ground. You know, an army
fights on its stomach, and I've not
seen much provender in a church ex-
cept when a pay meal is on hand.
These bugs are not termites, to feed
en wood, and, unless they have their
foraging territory and come in to
roost at night, their existence is a
mystery to me.
Well, one enterprising young lady
of Pocomoke has had the energy to
write to Curly Byrd's establishment
for some enlightenment on the sub
ject. He passed the matter over to
his bugologist, and in today's issue
of the Democrat" said bugologist's
diagnosis of the case is published to-
gether with a remedy which / hope
said "V" bug is more susceptible to
than he was to my Fit and Fit gun.
/ believe the base of the drink he
prescribes for said bug is kerosene"
and if that animal can drink kerosene,
then the populace had better dig in
or build concrete huts. That bug'll
get 'em as sure as guns iron.
They remind me somthing of these
pesky little Japs. There don't seem
to be any end to the number of 'em.
You kill 'em and they come back mil
lions more. What are they sent for?
Haven't we been living as we should
If / could just set them on the little
yellow men, believe they'd make
good with that scarlet "V" on their
backs unless the Japs mistake them
for some kind of chop suey and go to
eating 'em. You never can tell. These
little men are not stopping at any
thing.