But Not in My Tea

  I, generally speaking, like bugs. It all began with an appreciation for the butterflies and lady bugs in our garden and was confirmed by Charlotte’s defense of a spider’s work in the world. I find their tiny lives interesting and heroic, but not in my tea. My tea I like clean, sweet and robust. Imagine my disgust when the peculiar off taste in my tea was a bug, a stink bug no less. The best I can figure it, it had been there for a while, and I was nearly done my tea. It was the not happy kind of surprise.