Have you all heard the story of the Karma bugs?
It goes something like this:
A man on a road trip (please dismiss any similarities to the author) has a tussle with locals in a smalltown, because he spoke when maybe he shouldn’t have. Anyway some good came out of his speaking, but if you ask the locals they will disagree and say that bad things have happened on account of his talking. For example, perhaps their church was shut down. Or maybe someone in their church was apprehended by the police because they became aware of their presence after the road trip man spoke.
Anyway, they didn’t like the results of his speaking. And it’s just one more reason for them to dislike strangers in their town. The stranger leaves, but they still want to get even – so what do they do? Karma Bugs – that’s exactly right.
So the road trip man (okay so this about the author) having no idea that the townfolk had sent Karma Bugs after him, settles down for a quiet night’s sleep. In fact he sleeps the whole night through, well except for waking up once to open the windows on account of the heat. And in so opening the windows he allowed the karma Bugs to find their way into his van.
Road trip man wakes the next morning very well rested, but with his face, arms, and neck swollen with bites from the Karma Bugs.
And that’s how a perfectly peaceful morning quickly turns into a frantic tearing apart of the van in search of the Calamine lotion. Ahhhhhh-thank goodness for lotion.
peace.
