“How are you?” it screeched. “Do you want to play?”
I told Clara to back up as I retrieved a can of Raid.
“It looks like a Potato Bug,” said Clara.
As I was about to spray, my wife cried out. “Wait, I recognize that face!”
“You do?”
“Yes!”
I dropped the can of Raid as I allowed the large creature to approach us.
It was our son.