The War Against the Bugs began long ago.  It started small, and mysterious.  A few small flies, about the size of a gnat, that would hover around the sink.  But they multiplied.  They reproduced.  And then they swarmed.  You see the fly scouts had managed to capture an important resource that had hid from the eye of our generals.  A banana behind the toaster.  What we had once would provide sustenence for our troops became a key base for the enemy army.  While blackened and degraded beyond usefulness to us, so much so that we forgot of it’s existence, this banana was able to launch a thousand bugs.  Soon there were clouds in our kitchen.  They’d send scouts to other rooms.  The bathroom fell victim.  We tried to fend them off, but they spawned faster than we could destroy.  We searched for their source but found nothing.  Finally the winter came, and as with Napoleon and Hitler, their war failed as the cold set in.  The flies were gone.

And for a time, there was peace.

But now, as spring approaches, a new rebel force is beginning to build up it’s forces.  It thinks it is hidden in the cabinets, but every now and then I catch a scout flying out.  I try and torture information out of them, for the most part they keep their mouths shut.  But one thing has become clear.  The moths are coming.