Fifi knew what to do about her insect infestation in Paris, but didn't know how to handle it in Des Moines.
"Aw, Honey," one of her coworkers advised, "just tell the guy at the drug store that you've got bugs in the bush. He'll know what ta give ya for 'em."
The clerk at the drug store � the owner's nephew � gave her something to get rid of beetles in her roses.
A week or so later, she was in the drug store again. The boy recognized her and asked about her bug problem.
"Oh, ze bug, she are gone! Ze boosh, she are gone! And Pierre's moustache, poof!"
