Good night, sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite

My dad used to recite this silly rhyme to my sister and me when we were young. It used to seem archaic, like nursery rhymes about the plague. No longer it seems.

The ditty goes:

Good night, sleep tight,

Don’t let the bedbugs bite.

If they do, squeeze them tight,

And they won’t bite tomorrow night.

Bedbugs? Who’s ever heard of bedbugs? Like small pox or tuberculosis, they’re apparently making a comeback in this the era of declining support for public health and increasing poverty.