The Big Payback
Bleach and ammonia are my best friends today. I am at battle with some worm like mutanagenic infestation. Close to sundown and my safe zone was compromised. They get faster and stronger by the hour. Luckily, I was able to eliminate 80% of the problem last night but now, I am in dire straights. I have a full barrier set up at the end of the kitchen leading into the living room. Split black garbage bags doused with ammonia, bleach and bug killer, along with death, prepare my last stand on this hot night in Los Angeles. I am unable to relax in the apartment. The constant checking over my shoulder is getting a bit out of hand. These breeders are fierce in a vindictive sense. I knew this when one jumped up from the spray. This quarter inch freak jumped, I kept composure and squashed it in a paper towel. The crunch sound they make ruins any appetite I’ve had for days. Dinner will be force-fed intravenously once the sun finally sets.
This carpet will play host as the innocent did in WWII. A huge bleach stain should arise by the time I’m back from work.
The voices whisper; "Your brain has gone numb on some level." I have not figured out which emotion is gone, time will tell. Retreat is only a few hours away.
Doug Jackson, Jackson County, LA