Pest Control

Long ago RantWoman worked an exotic summer living aboard the trains of Europe into her graduate school experience. Living aboard trains meant taking night trains everywhere, doing the tourist thing by day and heading out again the next night. Unless one bought a sleeping cabin, when the train crossed borders, there would shortly appear border guards demanding to inspect documents. The German-speaking ones, PassKontrolle, never ceased to enter RantWoman's sleepy 3 am brain as "Pest Control." In honor of that, we present the following account of part of the ferrener husband's current trip to his homeland.

The plane was met on the tarmac by an extra large bevy of cleaning staff in masks. All of the passengers were inspected and I think disinfected. Then other misadventures befell the ferrener husband, which is why RantWoman even heard the story yet. RantWoman got a mysterious 3 am phone call about picking up luggage in a foreign airport. The ferrener husband appeared via relay call in a totally unexpected place, and RantWoman got to hear all about all the planes from Singapore and everywhere who did not get the level of scrutiny the yankees did. Poor ferrener husband embarking on a long journey without even thinking of the "swan flude."