"los bichos de la cama." I feel like these short five words (bed bugs) have been the topic of most of my conversations on campus over the past several days. If there were ever to be a modern version of the plague on college campuses, these cheeky, sly devils would be it. Last night,
we, in our respective tribes, gathered in separate dormitories to wash all of our laundry thanks to the bed bugs themsleves. Finally, after contiuous hours of laundry and between the hours of one and 3 o'clock in the morning, we all finished our laundry and got the chance to climb into our new beds for the night. Morning, of course, came right around the corner, and we woke up early to do service at a farm entitled "Hope's Way." It's is a place where kids, most of the time handicapped, can go to feel a sense of belonging, without having to worry about being different. But today, kids from inner-city Indy came and our task was to provide them a good time. We spent the day de-weeding gardens, rallying horses, and playing with the children. Some of us also had the chance to witness a supposed Copperhead snake being manhandled by our
one and only Pablito. Today's service was a lot of work, but we all had a good time. Now that we've cleaned all our clothes and moved back into our regular rooms, I think it's safe to say that we all feel extremely happy to be done with this slightly overwhelming process of bed bugs.
-Patrick Ledwidge
