As I opened my back door, the creeping beetles began marching in over my threshold. I sprayed and sprayed as many as I could. Grabbing my broom, I swept the dying bodies to the ground outside and sprayed them again.
I looked to my right and spotted my shovel which leans against the outside wall of my home. Snatching the tool, I began shoveling the sheer numbers into the burn pile and lit a match.
I don't know what kind of black beetles they were, but it was either them or me in my crusade. I wasn't going to let them win.
Then, from the neighbor's yard, a boy child walked over and asked, "Have you seen my bug experiment?"©A. Nation-2017