The Attack

I have been attacked in a most foul and heinous manner. It is truly a dreadful and appalling story.

The story begins on a cold and dreary day. The clouds pressed together and would not allow the sun to shine through. It tried to rain, but the precipitation was barely a drizzle. Somewhere behind the steel mesh of clouds, the sun set. It truly became dark.

I retired inside, welcoming the light and warmth of my home. I did not know what awaited me there. I can't say how the fiend got in. Some say that it was drawn in by the warmth of the hearth. Granted, it was getting cold outside. But you do not let yourself in to other people's homes.

I was minding my own business, planning out my itinerary for tomorrow. The light was behind me. It came out of nowhere. At first, all I saw was a blur. It moved too fast for me to get a good look at it. It did not belong in my home.

I looked down and panic took over. Who knows what was said? The neighbors will say that I screamed. I don't really remember. I jumped and twirled around in some strange combination of ballet and judo. I flapped my shirt in an attempt to scare away the intruder.

Through some odd happenstance, it worked. The perpetrator had relinquished its hold on me. I turned and looked down. Perhaps it was fright or the jerk of my motions, whatever the case, it got its just deserts. The judge and jury had pronounced the verdict, and the sentence was swiftly carried out.

The perp never had a chance. Once I was the chosen target, doom was his only fate. There laid the horrendous insect. No identification was made; instead, it was immediately disposed of. Bees, yellow jackets, wasps, hornets--whichever it was, let this be a lesson to you all. No good can come of you when coming near me.