Bugging Out

Story Sent in by Dave:

Carla and I had been on two dates when she called me in a panic around noon on a Sunday. Apparently, a huge bug was inside her kitchen and no one else was home and she wanted it gone and didn't know who else to call.

I had never been to her house. When I arrived, she ushered me into the kitchen and pointed to a blank space on the wall near the toaster. "That's where I saw it last," she said.

I checked behind the toaster, inside the cupboards, around every appliance, in the sink–

BAM! BAM! Something blunt smashed twice against my upper right back. I collapsed to the floor and looked up to see Carla's contorted face. She held a wok in both hands and looked as if she was ready to smash me again. I could barely stammer out any words.

She said, "I saw it on your back. I think."

"Did you or didn't you?" I demanded hotly.

She said, "You don't have to get angry about it!" then burst into tears, threw the wok down, and fled.

I checked my shirt and the area around my back. There was no sign of any bug. I did once more look around the kitchen, but whatever it was had likely hidden someplace way out of sight.

I found what I guessed was Carla's bedroom door. It was closed. I knocked on it and called for her, hoping to forgive her and talk it out. No answer, and the door was locked. I told her to call me whenever she calmed down and then I left her house.

I guess she never calmed down.