When Bugs Conquered

 This is the full story       

  You know, it was all Dr. Drawson’s fault that the bugs attacked when they did. None of it happened to be on my account, so just to make you sure, I did not help the crazy loon help the bugs conquer.

          It was in Nephi, Utah in 2010 when the bugs were let out. Yes, they were left out, not escaped on a wild rampage like the reporters exaggerated. No, from now on, I will tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I swear.

          It was a sweltering hot day in the southern part of Nephi, Utah. No one went outside because they were afraid that they would melt, and believe me, I think that one guy really did! Serious, no kidding! Anyway, (I am getting off the subject here) there was a man named Dr. Drawson; he loved bugs. Ants, bees, cockroaches, and spiders. He had all kinds! But, though it was really kinda gross, people adored it. He earned dollar by dollar when he let people walk around his lab; and it wasn’t until I finally had the guts to come in, that everything went chaos.

          I walked through the door, and into the lab, where Dr. Drawson worked. “Hello? Dr. Drawson?” I looked around the lab. No one was there.

          I sighed because I had walked about three miles in the blistering heat just to find the lab empty. Suddenly there was a noise, and then the door opened. A little man with white, wispy hair entered the room.

          “Oh, hello my friend! Please, come in!” the doctor said. He looked friendly… enough. I nodded as he led me through the back door, to where he kept all of the bugs.

          Okay, this is where everyone blames the accident on me. Let me say this part as truthfully as I can, so no one gets confused. It was Dr. Drawson who fed those little spiders the green liquid. It was not me! 

          So, just as I have said, the doctor poured some sticky green stuff into the spider’s water system. He said that it helps them cool down; I am but a child, and I will believe anything that an adult tells me, so I had no superstitions.

         
          The next day, my whole family came to the bug farm. When they entered we all knew that something was wrong… maybe even deadly wrong. I peered into the back door and gasped.

          All of the bugs were gone!

          I told my family what I saw, and then we stood there, in Dr. Drawson’s front lab, puzzling. Where was the doc, and where were all of the bugs?

          I suddenly had the inspiration to check a door that was ajar, across the room from me. I gasped once again, because I saw Dr. Drawson! I yelled to my parents to come and see, and I opened the door all the way.

          My sister screamed and so did my mom. I jumped aside, and we all watched at least two hundred ants march out of the room.

          “What happened? Dr. Drawson, are you alright?” questioned my father.

          The doctor was lying on his back, and his eyes were still. He didn’t move, or even make a sound. It was very eerie, and very scary.

          We called 911 and soon the ambulance came roaring down the street. We found out from the paramedics that something had made his brain shut down any motion or speech. They said that they had had cases like this before and that they would be able to revive him.

          The next day, I secretly snuck back up to the lab. What I saw there changed my life and the life of Nephi, Utah.

Bugs were crawling around, but not on all fours, (or sixes, in some cases) oh no, they were walking on their bottom two feet! Just like humans! I gasped and stared. Suddenly, something that surprised me anymore, one of the spiders yelled out, “Charge!” It had a British accent.

          My eyes widened after I saw that at least forty spiders jump into the air and land on my shirt and skin. “Ahhhh!” I cried. The spiders crawled up my arm and bit into my skin. “Ow!”

          I ran all the way back to my little house and told my family of the news. My mother examined my arms and my dad called the police. I told them that I had left the door open, (not my fault) and they might be killing people by now.

          All right, now I have to tell this story from what the judge told me when I went to trial after this huge commotion. The judge tried to blame me from the story of one of the policemen who had survived this attack. Here is his story:

          “I got the call to exterminate some bugs, so I thought that this job would be simple. Oh, but no, they had to be KILLER bugs! Thanks to some stupid little ten-year-old, I risked my life to spray some liquid rat poison on their herds. Yes, they did travel in herds! And they also walked up on two legs, and talked! We, the other policemen and I, had to fight for our lives, just to save our skins! We fought with the rat poison, but then they pulled a huge stunt: they had slingshots! I know, just think of that: ants with slingshots! And they hurt also!”

          I have to stop there because that is all I could hear, because all I did after that is cry. It was my fault that they policemen got hurt, but it was still Dr. Drawson’s fault in total.

         I am sorry for any damage I have done, and I just want those blasted reporters to know:

          IT WAS NOT MY FAULT!

This report was written in the Nephi jail… please someone, bail me out!