Buzzed

I slept at the zoo last weekend. On purpose. Our tent was adjacent to a lake in "Africa" that's home to hundreds of Canadian geese. They honked through the night. In an effort to get to sleep, I concentrated on the equally loud drone of insects. I dreamt that the very secret of our existence was being transmitted by this constant hum. But the bugs’ code could only be broken when humans developed the technology to listen to and translate the output of every insect on the planet simultaneously. I woke to find I’d been bitten dozens of times.