Looking for Bugs

No luck finding those bugs brother has spread all over the house to spy upon us.  Apparently, he was really good at hiding them.  He ought to be ashamed of himself.  We think we might have to turn off the phone soon, to block the text messages, or we are never going to accomplish a thing what with having to read his texts every five minutes, saying he hears stitches, and to stop at once.  Really, if Brother keeps this up, well, we might just have to pay a little visit to the fabric store to annoy him.  Anyway, he ought to be busy packing for his return home, not harassing us via a cell phone.