Bug Battle

You have a lot of heart, Little Hornworm. Scaling my picnic table must have been akin to reaching a Himalayan mountain top, but then no picturesque view. Just my hairy knuckles grasping a Corona and a million stink bugs strafing the landscape. Disappointing, huh? Question: That spear you are carrying, is it meant for them, or me? If them, then I will go inside, grab a flyswatter, and we’ll do battle like Thor and Captain America. C’mom, Little Hornworm, let’s get ready to fight the good fight.

*Too much la cerveza? Maybe.