“Am I your little bug?” I refuse to answer that. You don’t name a pet unless you want to get attached, and I figure you don’t pet name a person unless you want to fuck yourself over. “It works, you know,” he says, not letting it drop. “Because you like bugs, and I’m scared of catching them. Not bugs like insects—bugs like flesh-eating viruses that corrode your lungs and make your brain bleed out of your ears, but same thing.”
