The Great, Bug Massacre
Imagine this scenario:
It is a little after 10PM and you are sleeping soundly in your bed. A little bit restless because you are recovering from the brink of death (AKA the 24 hour stomach flu). You are finally, blissfully asleep. There’s a cool breeze from the above fan, and your faithful dog is lying at the foot of your bed (you kicked her off the bed cause she is a BED HOG). You are dreaming you just won the lottery when all of the sudden you are awoken VIOLENTLY by SOUNDS.
This is not just ANY loud sound, but imagine the sounds of some large, metal substance dragging on the concrete. Along with gutteral, morbid war cries coupled with whoops of “we got another one!”
Sounds like the makings of a wonderfully, horrific horror movie, doesn’t it? Well….welcome to my life.
In actuality, it is the next door hoodlums. What are they doing? They seem to be set to massacre any and every bug they come into contact with. First, one hunts them down with a flashlight, then the other drags the shovel behind him (in a terribly, horrific way—-ie think nails on the chalk board) while the other one hollars and whoops that he has found their next victim. Shovel boy immediately smacks down on poor, unsuspecting bug and smites him out of existence, laughing menaically. (Personally, I don’t think said bug ever knew what hit him)
Do I live in the ghetto? Perhaps. I prefer to hope it’s just not future murders in the making…..SIGH.





