It began innocently enough in the middle of the day yesterday. A little message appeared giving warning that we had been invaded. It wouldn't go away. Soon other red-colored little imps joined it, gleefully dancing all over the screen shouting computer profanities. I made a brave move. I called Ann. She can sometimes bring computer back to normalcy. It was no use. It had been invaded by the devils of megabyte land. They were loving it.It was frightening to me.
An earlier formula given us by Dwight the computer guru was some help. It seemed, however, to anger the machine that we were seeking to cleanse it. Finally, in desperation, we called the Houston Holy Man. With incantations and patience the machine was brought under control late last evening. I was afraid to touch it this morning. Ann bravely gave it a try. At this moment all seems to be under control.
It is amazing how something completely under control can quickly become uncontrollable. It can happen with a vehicle, boat, fire, appetite, or temper. It seems all the imps of hell move in to destroy. .
Watch that innocent-looking little piece of equipment on your desk. It will turn on you like a wild bear. Ours did yesterday. ("Settle down, imp!")
