I was outside gardening and passing by the patio when this bug flew over my shoulder and splatted on the ground in front of me. “Oh how weird”, I thought. Then another. “How strange.” By the third one I concluded these must be Komacazie bugs that suicided themselves. But who should creep up behind me with a bunch of grapes? Brandon. He’d been shooting them over my shoulder. Monkeyshines.
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