...the bug in my iron

Yup. There is a bug in the water reservoir of my iron. I was going to iron my clothes for the week on Sunday, but noticed a long, black bug inside. Gross. So I shook the iron upside down. Added more water and shook it again. And again. And again. Felt like I was playing one of those old hand-held water games where you push a button to try to the playing pieces to move where you want them. So...what to do...I looked in my closet and decided that by shifting my summer clothes to the back and bringing out my long pants that I could get by for a few days without ironing. So I filled the iron again, but this time left it face down--thinking that...ewww...the bug would turn to mush and THEN I could shake it out. But...I didn't realize that the water would leak out of the iron when left in that position. So now I have a nasty, partly turned to mush bug in my iron AND a soggy ironing board cover. ( I felt compelled to leave the computer and go try again...the bug isn't as mushy as I'd like it to be.) And this isn't any old iron. This isn't a $20 cheapo from Wallyworld. This is a fairly new Rowenta that I absolutely love and I promise my sister that I really didn't leave water sitting in it to attract the bug in the first place. Honest I didn't. I don't know why it decided my iron was a good place to hang out. And I'm running out of school clothes. Yes, I have more clothes than any one person needs. (I will be flinging soon.) But there are clothes that I want to wear that need to be ironed. And this bug in my iron is a metaphor for all the things that 'bug' me. I am impatient and want things when I want them and I want all the 'bugs' to be worked out so I don't have to deal with them. It's driving me buggy.