Cough, Hack, Wheeze… I’m sorry fellas, I don’t know how much time I have to live. But I must tell you my tale before I pass. You see I am a wood boring pest, ugh a beetle if you must. I was having the time of my life. I could not say life was a tragedy until now, of course… Anyway, me, my family and friends were living it up in Mrs. Johnson’s treehouse.
It was not actually a tree house, it was a physical tree… You know what I mean. To think the spotlight used to always shine bright on me. Now, all I see is darkness. Everyone used to rely on me to bore there holes. there were a lot of egg laying in those holes, if you know what I mean.
Then these men arrived one day, these men in blue. I will always remember when they injected our home with this stuff. The very same stuff that sent me to this death bed… Oh how I feel so cold now. I’m not entirely sure what happened to the other members of my treehouse. All I can hope is that they got away, and not sick like me. Or even worse. I hate to conjure up those thoughts.
I have I can pass the word around to my family and friends. Once you see the guys in blue remember to make haste and evacuate immediately. Don’t end up like me who is slowly withering away. And oh, don’t return to Mrs. Johnson’s trees. They filled with so much toxic. Though, I’m not sure how the tree is still standing strong. I’m fading out Boris the wood boring beetle out…
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