Photo by Jay Mantri @ Pixabay.com
I struggled to hold back my tears as I looked at the disheveled pillows. They reminded me of Grandma, gone away now, forever.
I choked up as I remembered her gentle smile and kind eyes.
If only she’d agreed to leave the pillows when the pest control human had been called.
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Written in response to Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales #125 – 26 February 2019
jagahdilmein 
Haha! I wasn’t expecting that twist at the end! A bedbug’s worst nightmare, eh?! 🤣 well done!
Do bed bugs cry?
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Some guests do not know when they are inc-roaching.
Ha! True that.