Me and Igor had an interesting conversation yesterday morning as he loafed and watched me flintknap this cute little Ross point. “Boss, there ees cockrroach on floorr. I should keel eet, no?” “No,” I said, “It’s not a cockroach. It’s a species of bug that looks like a cockroach and lives only in Michigan. We call them Bacon Beetles. If you chew them fresh they taste just like fried bacon.”
Igor hasn’t talked to me since. Even offered him one of my favorite micro-brewery beers last night to cleanse his pallet and bought him breakfast this morning …. to no avail. Definitely the most sensitive ruthless mercenary I have ever known. Either that or Bacon Beetles cause Lockjaw!