I was going to die. From a beetle with a horrible sense of direction. I wanted to cry. This was going to be more embarrassing than the time I had been knocked in the head by a stray golf ball while working at a mini golf course. Obviously, it hadn’t killed me, but it managed to knock me out. Which wouldn’t have been so bad, except I tumbled into one of the little lagoon themed pools. I bet you can guess where this is going. I drowned in two measly feet of artificially turquoise water. By the time a group of teenagers had run over to help me, I had already regenerated and sprang out of the
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