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
