Bug Off
His father lifted his hands over his head as he yawned, stretched, and embraced the day. From the sticky trap, Aaron watched with equal degrees of awe and horror. Sure, the man was only his dad, but he looked so immense, so powerful, and so potentially dangerous for a tiny, frail insect.
After simply watching his father move about the campsite, Aaron regained his purpose. "Dad! Help!" The little fly tried to scream. "I'm stuck! Help me!"
Unfortunately, the power of articulating anything like human speech remained beyond the abilities of Aaron's new insect body. The only sound he managed to produce came from the somewhat irritating whirr produced when he moved his wings rapidly. At the moment, he used his wings to buzz like mad, hoping that might attract Dad's notice.
Aaron's father stopped, rubbed a hand over his furry chest, and swung his head around to explore the perimeters of their campsite. Aaron hadn't been in the tent. Perhaps he should start breakfast and hope his absent son returned presently.
He picked up a couple of logs to rekindle the flames in the fire pit. As he got closer, he noticed the thin yellow strip resting on the border of the pit. He reached down and plucked the strip from the stones, noticing that the trap had managed to snare a single pest.
"I guess I forgot to hang this one," he said, chuckling. "Still managed to catch a disgusting pest."
"No! Dad!" Aaron struggled, heartbroken to hear the tone his dad used to describe him. "It's me! Aaron!"
Dad stared at him for a second before his lips formed into a cruel sneer. "You can be bait to attract more of your fellow pests," he told the entrapped bug as he added the strip to the others dangling from the awning of the camp tent.
"No! Please, no!" Aaron buzzed and begged. "Dad, I need help! Please!"
After simply watching his father move about the campsite, Aaron regained his purpose. "Dad! Help!" The little fly tried to scream. "I'm stuck! Help me!"
Unfortunately, the power of articulating anything like human speech remained beyond the abilities of Aaron's new insect body. The only sound he managed to produce came from the somewhat irritating whirr produced when he moved his wings rapidly. At the moment, he used his wings to buzz like mad, hoping that might attract Dad's notice.
Aaron's father stopped, rubbed a hand over his furry chest, and swung his head around to explore the perimeters of their campsite. Aaron hadn't been in the tent. Perhaps he should start breakfast and hope his absent son returned presently.
He picked up a couple of logs to rekindle the flames in the fire pit. As he got closer, he noticed the thin yellow strip resting on the border of the pit. He reached down and plucked the strip from the stones, noticing that the trap had managed to snare a single pest.
"I guess I forgot to hang this one," he said, chuckling. "Still managed to catch a disgusting pest."
"No! Dad!" Aaron struggled, heartbroken to hear the tone his dad used to describe him. "It's me! Aaron!"
Dad stared at him for a second before his lips formed into a cruel sneer. "You can be bait to attract more of your fellow pests," he told the entrapped bug as he added the strip to the others dangling from the awning of the camp tent.
"No! Please, no!" Aaron buzzed and begged. "Dad, I need help! Please!"