Bats

Popping another no-doz Glenda proclaimed to her passenger that, “One more night without sleep is no big deal…I mean bats do it every day and they’re just like extra ugly rats”

The Jersey Shore was nothing compared to this. From Glenda’s rear seat Hugo reflected on his incredible luck. “She’s already a bit off and now she wants to forego sleep for days on end. Winning!”

At first Rusty thought the crash that woke him was part of his dream, only when he heard a wildly revving engine did he look out the window. “oh shoot it’s that green car” he anxiously exclaimed. However, as the fog of sleep cleared he realized that the menacing green car had taken out his mail box lefts tracks through his yard and was now hung up on the roots of his tree. The spinning wheels made it clear driver was still in the vehicle and must have been panicking that the surveillance had gone so wrong. Rusty threw the front door open and stormed toward the beached vehicle.

“Rat Girl?” might have slipped through Rusty’s lips as he peered through the windshield. He had always felt a little bad calling her that but I did fit and seeing what she just did to his lawn he didn’t really care.

“Rat Girl? I love it! Could this day get better?” Hugo’s question was answered as soon as he saw Glenda’s face. The face she was making was a very strange mix between embarrassed, terrified, and googley eyes.

“Rusty…you came for me?” Glenda whimpered. Her were eyes like two brown circles with big black dots in the middle as she rolled down her window and took in the sight of Rusty, clad only in boxer shorts, his hair glistening in the rain like a nose hair after a sneeze.