(Toronto Star) Curled up in the spare bed in the wee hours of morning, Star staff photographer David Cooper’s wife Peggi-jean, cracked open the new Peter Robinson murder mystery she got from the public library Tuesday afternoon.
Half an hour in, a brown bug the size of an apple seed skittered across the page. She squished it into a smear of what looked like blood.
“I’m pretty intuitive and I immediately thought bedbug. And then I thought no, that’s not possible,” she said.
She continued reading. Then another appeared.