Killing bugs, mysterious rashes, and other dark things about living alone

At least I can open a jar of pickles by myself

I like living alone, but there are some things I don’t like about it. One thing — bugs. I don’t like bugs. Well, with the exception of ladybugs. Anyway, I don’t care for bugs. But when you live alone and a huge beetle comes into your bedroom late at night, you must care because you are the only one to deal with it.

Such was the case last night when a la…