A bedbug story
This is kind of a bedbug story. We were on a little island during the war and it had its share of bedbugs. I don't know how they got there. They would get up in the corner of the mosquito nets in the daytime and come out in force at night.
Some groups were really ate up. I never had a bite. I took a couple sacks of tobacco and spread it all over my bed and they didn't bother me.
In the 1920s and early 30s in the Nebraska sand hills were lots of sod houses, and every one had a bean can with kerosene on each bed leg.
The old saying still holds true: The butterfly flies on wings of gold, the firefly wings of flame, the bedbugs had no wings at all, but they get there just the same.
-- Claris Greenland, Detroit Lakes