Beating the Entomological

Excess newspapers always come in handy.

David grabbed last week’s Monitor with the picture of General Kayihura on the cover. He had just spoken out about getting more canes for Kiboko to beat people, and other riot gear.

David promptly rolled up the newspaper, sure to leave the General’s picture on the outside, and started beating.

“It’s like an invading army!” he said, swatting at the multitude of bugs who decided to cohabit with us on this particular evening. The wind always carries fruit. This day, the fruit was not mangos.

“There are more of them than AIDS orphans in Kamapala,” Glenna exclaimed as the bugs, each four centimeters long and with what seemed like countless wings and invincible torsos, swarmed the flat.

“Let’s kill them,” David responded. He proceeded to beat them with Kayihura’s picture, trying fruitlessly to massacre the unwelcome invaders.

It wasn’t entirely fruitless, as was evidenced by bug carcass dotting the white tile floors.

They were everywhere – and there were so many of them. We went into the kitchen, saw their ranks amassing, and just turned off the light and closed the door. The problem wouldn’t go away using this tactic, but it would go away for now.

We went to sleep, horrified by the carnage, but secure in our knowledge that tomorrow, the house girl would clean it up.