Pest ControlA Story by Cynthia Wolff
Max couldn't take it anymore. They were scurrying everywhere, eating his food and destroying his stuff. He angrily picked up the phone and dialed pest control. A few hours later there was a knock at the door and Max was met with a rotund fellow sporting a stern look. "Thank God you're here!" "Don't worry sir, I'll have the humans dead in no time or my name isn't Joe D. Cockroach."
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Added on September 20, 2023 Last Updated on September 20, 2023 Tags: micro fiction, strange Author
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