The bug would not leave. And, Jim didn’t want to squash it leaving a stain on the old manuscript. The archives in Honfleur, dated to the 13th century and accessible to researchers and dilettantes, was available for researching mysteries in the family tree . . . but, not as long as there was a tiny, but formidable, bulwark preventing access.
Jim tried to exorcise the abhorrent insect with a gnarled paper clip, only serving to annoy the insect and making it alight onto another critical list of family names. Insects have no sense of propriety, and, if squashed onto a 800 year old manuscript, would memorialize their audacity for eternity in the tomes.
This thought forced a discipline onto Jim to ensure that his family tree was not indelibly affected by this arrogant interloper as it flitted through the tombs of Honfleur’s historical archives.
There, through a nearly transparent wing, appeared the name Siméon.