May 13, 2021
swarms around his face :> ( from my gross bug child daniela )
Been a long time since he's been chased by a swarm of wasps, not since summer meant book reports, nabbing 80 cent pops from the cooler, and the neighborhood boys taking baseball bats to hornets’ nests.
Damn, what he wouldn't give for an ice cold beer and one of Mason Brown's famous bratwurst plates hot off the cart about now. Leon dives into the nearest drawing room and slams the door, draws his entire weight up against the back of it. Somewhere behind the thick oak, the hum furious buzzing dissipates into an airy, playful laugh.
This one puts a whole new spin on the phrase hive mind.
"M'gonna need more than one can of Raid."