Once upon a time, a gentle bedbug named Mandavisarpini lived comfortably in the royal bed of the King. She was very disciplined: she waited patiently until the King was in deep slumber, then crawled out gently to bite and feed without causing any disturbance, living unnoticed for years.
One evening, a restless, greedy flea named Agnimukha drifted into the royal bedchamber. The bedbug warned him: "This is the King's bed! You must leave immediately before you bring disaster upon us."
The flea begged: "I have tasted the blood of commoners, but never of a royal monarch! Please allow me to share this banquet with you." The bug relented but laid down a strict condition: "You must wait until the King is fast asleep and I give you permission."
However, as soon as the King lay down, the impatient flea couldn't resist and bit the King sharply on the back! Stung with pain, the King jumped out of bed and shouted for his guards: "Search the bed! Something has bitten me!"
The nimble flea leapt swiftly into a crack in the wooden bedpost and escaped. But the poor, slow-moving bedbug was caught in the bedsheets and instantly killed by the royal servants.
"Never entertain untrustworthy strangers or impatient companions. An innocent person often suffers the penalty for a scoundrel's recklessness."