Bedbugs Aren’t so Bad after All

One day last week the school’s secretary called me up at about 10:30 a.m. to ask why my son was absent. “No,” I said, instantly terrified. “He went to school!” The secretary immediately put me on hold and started looking for my son. I tried to stay calm, but all I could think of was how awful the last couple of weeks had been but that I would gladly accept a bedbug infestation as long as my son was safe. The secretary was back on the line within a few minutes. Marshall was in gym class, sorry for the mistake, blah blah blah. No matter how apologetic she was, she couldn’t take back those minutes of terror.