Alarming reports of a bed bug infestation filled my social media feeds in the weeks before I flew to Paris for my birthday in mid-October. Images of these tiny blood suckers crawling on seats on public buses and trains horrified me. I’d been the victim of a bed bug attack 20 years earlier in an old hotel on rue du Dragon. Red bumps covered my arms, shoulders, and face and my co-workers shunned me for weeks. Fortunately, the little parasites did not embed themselves in my home so I was spared the nightmare of bed bug eradication. But I’ve been terrified of them ever since and took every precaution for this trip to Paris.
Oh No! Hide Under the Bed! Roz Just Got Her Hands on Another Writing Prompt
Answering writing prompts has become my favorite way to procrastinate when I’m supposed to be working on an actual essay and Sharon Meyers just…