IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD
AS WE KNOW IT
You hear their chittering.
you feel their claws on your back.
RUN.
You hear a crash in the kitchen. The squirrels have breached your house. They see you across the livingroom and let out a unified shriek that curdles your blood. You dart backward down the hall and slam your bedroom door behind you. The door thuds with the wave of angry squirrels and you quickly scan your room for anything you could use as a weapon. There on the wall is your grandfather’s axe from his days in the fire department. Maybe. You throw open your closet. Your old tennis racket. Which will you use?
