Three little
Gremlins in a box, just like in the movie green scaly and
lash-out-y. No
Mogwai here, they were in full menace mode, except that their claws were the consistancy of
rubber and weren't cutting me when they frantically flailed at me.
In the bedroom I lived in as a child, in the cellar, I resolved that they had to be put down. Lacking proper anaesthestic equipment I resolved to smoosh them with a big book. The first two splattered gloriously but the last one had to be squashed time and again before I was certain I'd crushed the life out of it - its appearance didn't change after it died, but lying it to final rest in the shoebox I noticed little green bugs, like aphid-preying mantis-hybrids, vacating his body. Gremlin fetuses? Parasites? Who knew. I needed a rest - this new threat could claim this room for its own.
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