nothing is worse than finding out that for the past week your bedroom window was open a crack and in that time a swarm of angry hornets moves in so that when you go to investigate a peculiar noise there you manage to piss them all off and they start swarming in your bedroom, which stinks because that's the room with the ac.

update:
me-40
hornets-2 (one very painful sting in the noggin. DAMN, THAT HURTS!!!)



update 2: tonight i discovered something. i'm allergic to hornet-stings.

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Jinbon H Wrong aka Sloop John B said…
The insects are taking over! I'm sure of it! They have a group mind of their own.

I see them working their way out of the ground, where they start as grubs and fireworms, then they become hard-shelled flying beetles and eat everything in sight. I'm fighting them with various poisons.

WE CAN'T LET THEM WIN!!!!
2:00 PM
Mr Anigans said…
it's true!! they must be destroyed!!!
7:49 PM
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