A wave was he who came by and swept her off her feet, as she stood by the shore staring at the horizon. She swayed along amid the tempestuous tides of life, falling here and rising there. A wave was he who picked her up time and again, from the trough, down below. Rise and fall did she until he the wave cast her ashore, lest she think this is for eternity. She lay there dazed, wondering if ever she'd encounter another wave like thee!
Bugs (usually irritating and unwanted creatures) all around me, in different shapes and sizes. Bugs in the garden, in code (the sorts that can be detected and corrected), ones that I can live with and one’s that I can deal with at work, and those that I don’t want to deal with but have no choice. Don’t they all cause me stress? ‘Bugging me’ entails the bug’s pleasure!
Am I a bug? Do I bug others – off course I do, like the honey bee (except that I rarely sting/bite).
The only bug that I LIKE – the Volkswagen Beetle. J