Yesterday had been a glorious day for our family barbeque. Sizzled sausages, browned burgers, charcoaled chicken, and seared steak.
Today, I saw the first body where I had left it. The next one was near the window—also dead. In the kitchen were more corpses.
It was their fault. After the barbeque, they had followed me into the kitchen, trampling all over my food with their dirty feet.
So, before going to bed, I had reached into the cupboard for my weapon of mass destruction. Now the bodies were there for all to see.
Murdered with a quick squirt of fly-spray.