My drug dealing neighbor was driving my ex-boyfriend's beat up Oldsmobile, and parked it across the street. Whatever was in that vehicle was like a supernova on a dark night to moths. Huge spiders, little spiders, cockroaches, ants, all sorts of unimaginable insects of all colors and sizes began to crawl out of our houses towards the car. Some of them crawled over me in my bed as I lay there sleeping. I can feel the movement of their tiny feet across my skin, and I felt revolted. When I stepped onto the floor they were there too – hidden in the carpet. None of them fought back, merely accepting it when I would crush them with my bare feet. They had only one goal, to reach the Oldsmobile with whatever bug-lure it had.

They piled around the Oldsmobile and my drug-dealing neighbor, waiting.