August 2, 2017 by Petrea
Wilma Wednesday: Bug
“Time for bed, Wilma.”
“You can barely keep your eyes open.”
“I will sleep in the living room.”
“But your bed is in the bedroom.”
“I will sleep in the kitchen.”
“Wilma, what’s wrong? Why don’t you want to go to bed?”
Her nose twitches. “I don’t like the bug.”
“I do not trust the bug.”
I walk down the hall to the bedroom. Wilma follows, staying behind me. I search for the—moth? giant mosquito? vampire bat? I don’t see a bug.
I turn to Wilma. She’s staring upward, eyes wide, ears back.
The ceiling fan.
“Wilma, it’s a fan. It makes the air move.”
“It has too many wings.”
“It’s not a bug. It’s for keeping cool. Don’t you like to stay cool?”
She turns and walks away down the hall, muttering about how cool it is in the living room, where people can sleep in safety.