Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “bug.”
There are bugs, and there are things that bug me.
I don’t care much for creepy crawlies, though I’ll go out of my way to help a tired bee to a flower to feed. Any fly that comes into the house is likely to get zapped with spray or swiped at for terrorising the dog (she hates buzzy things), but bugs that are in the garden are welcome to stay there.
Things that bug me are usually things I don’t like doing, or dithering people in supermarkets who always seem to stop and chat right at the shelf I want access to.