As Marc and I were sleepily bumbling around the mud room on Tuesday morning getting Tucker and Lily's food bowls ready I mentioned that I had a bug bite on my wrist. Marc said he had one too and showed me one on his leg. Normally this wouldn't be cause for a blog entry (a blogtry?) but since we had just woken up one could only assume we had both gotten these bug bites during the previous several hours...while we were sleeping...in bed.
I immediately went all Manchurian Candidate and assumed that someone (the government?) implanted RFID chips in us as some sort of a larger plan to track our movements, etc. Marc calmly suggested that perhaps we just had a bug in the room/bed.
What? Ick. Seriously? Gross! I'd rather have the government sneaking into my house while I sleep and implanting tech devices in my body than have a bug in my bed. Eeeesh.
I have no idea how to solve this problem (either the bug or the RFID chip in my body).
My wrist is itchy...
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