Albert tootzed up the
grill and he and his
friends barbecued a few bratwursts and knocked back some brewskis. Life was good in Milwaukee. Or WAS, until the attack of the
seven-foot Japanese beetles ruined their cookout.
"Damn beetles!" moaned Albert, as one of the large hemiopter was chewing off his face.
"I told you, don't get those beetle traps, didn't I," chided Steve. "They just ATTRACT them to your place. Next time,
use spray. Damn the environment!"
But by that time, Albert couldn't hear Steve's good if belated advice, because the beetle had chewed his head off entirely.