Bughunt

Brad grabbed ahold of his makeshift spear with both hands and placed his boot on the shiny carapace. It crunched sickeningly as he withdrew the rusty nail.

“That’s another one,” he said, kicking the black wasp corpse aside. “Does this nest ever end?”

Doctor Geisteskrenk pushed on the drywall that hemmed them on both sides and fiddled with a small metal box. “Another foot, I’d say.”

“Thank God,” sighed Brad.

“And then, on to the termites!”

Brad grimaced. “You know, Doc, you could just call the exterminator.”

The doctor blinked. “But I already have the Structural De-Magnification Ray,” he protested.