I’m sure I’m not the first person to make this link, but ISIS and its members are like bed bugs, primal and blood thirsty and unpredictable and Everywhere. I had them forever ago in Brooklyn. They took a year and three stupidly expensive cleaning sessions to kill. I threw away my bed. I lost sleep. I stayed awake and afraid. If I nodded off I jerked up when my own hand touched my leg. I took everything soft I had and ran it through blistering heat. I shook out each of my books and suffocated them in bags. A man in full body plastic came and sprayed every corner of my room. And still, they lived. The bugs hid in the tiniest of cracks, wanting only blood. If ISIS members are so willing to die, because for them, life AFTER this is so much more glorious — how are we ever to stop them? If there are even a few left, they live. The idea survives. How do we stop them? Do we have to trick them or convince them into subsisting off of something else? Would it ever be possible to change their minds? What’s stronger, their humanity or their faith?