Country Bugs

The moths get through the screen somehow And when I walk outside, The gnats and skeeters buzz around - There’s no place you can hide. The ants, at times, invade the house And maybe, curled up tight, A millipede will show, which is A most unwelcome sight. I haven’t seen the bees or wasps But spiders must be here. Their webs and those entrapped provide The proof that they are near. The country’s filled with bugs galore And we can coexist, But once they’re on my turf, The handy swatter I enlist.