The Massacre

Last night the danger was real. Tyrannical beets took over the kitchen, slaughtering their friends. Cooping them up in a bag together for too long created palpable tension that exploded once they were allowed to escape and left alone with a knife.

Once the beets calmed down (because we slaughtered them all and ate them), flying roaches took over the house. Trying his best to take control of a human body, one repeatedly flew towards my mouth at full speed. I had no desire to have skin full of bugs and drink only suggawater so I tried to cover my mouth and suppress screams that would allow easy entry.