Tales from the bedroom: ApacheDug in “Good Morning, Terror!”

Once upon a time lived a quiet man named Doug, who also lived alone.  He didn’t have a lot of excitement in his life, and that suited him just fine.  He was nearing 61 years old and wasn’t exactly an old man yet, but was no spring chicken either. 

Every night, Doug liked to watch the 11:00 news.  He’d then go to the kitchen, rinse his tea mug and take his nightly dose of Amlodipine.  He’d check his front door was locked, shut off the tv & lights, go to the bathroom & brush his teeth, and go to bed.

He didn’t go to sleep right away though.  Doug enjoyed 1/2 hour of e-book reading or watching Youtube videos on his tablet before shutting it off around midnight.  And then one night, last night in fact, Doug was in bed reading when he noticed a couple teeny-tiny flutterings on his tablet’s screen.  “Clothing moths!”  Doug whispered, and swatted them away. 

Where did they come from?  He hasn’t seen any moths in over a year.  He went back to his ebook, and again they hopped on his device.  They were barely the size of an eyelash, but still a nuisance.  And that’s when Doug remembered the moth traps in his bedroom closet.

He bought them the previous spring on Amazon, but it turned out he hadn’t needed them—until now. He opened one of the six foil packets, removed the trap, folded it into a triangle and peeled off the wax-paper liner exposing a very sticky interior and moth pheromones.

He hung it on the metal bed-pole above his pillow, turned off his tablet, and went to sleep.

The next morning, Doug awoke and yawned, stretching his arms.  He reached up behind his head to see if the moth trap was still hanging there.  It most certainly was.  Climbing out of bed, Doug held the trap over his bedroom’s lampshade to get a better look inside.

Doug decided he’d try sleeping while wearing his covid mask for awhile.

The End