ur the moth now, dog

We didn’t know how bad it was gonna get when the first Monarch landed on the freckled nose of little Lily Smaglaboo. In hindsight, maybe we should have realized what an augury that fluttery a-hole actually was. But we thought it was cute. Pretty, even.

Then, a few more started trickling in. Then more. It’s ominous now. Pets have started disappearing, as did my lawn mower, which, I mean, I don’t know what those guys would do with a Lawn-Boy rear wheel drive self-propelled gas lawn mower with Kohler engine, but I sure didn’t lend it out to anybody. I went out to the shed one morning and it was just missing. I got a great deal on that thing.

Anyway, the folks next door vanished, and so did the Gropp family up the street. I peeked through their living room window yesterday and everything seemed to be covered in silky webbing and, I’m assuming, uric acid. I was chased off the premises by hundreds of Swallowtails. My wife went out for provisions. That was three days ago. I hope she is okay.

We’re a subdivision under siege. We are on the precipice of chaos, I can feel it. Nothing seems safe. I am worried.

If you see my lawn mower, please let me know.

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