Sense Sonnet - Chiller

Bugged

Caterpillars are in my town.
Millions of the bugs all about,
Turning the landscape dirty brown.
Like some, the hard way I found out
That I'm allergic to their touch,
Breaking out in a raw, red rash.
I try not to leave my house much,
Just to get food and take out trash.
Nobody knows why they are here,
Or how to make them go away.
They've bugged us for over a year.
I wonder if it's Judgement Day.

I feel them in my skin and hair,
Even when there is nothing there.