“Gather around, my little Ransackadias. It’s time that we make our appearance.” The fearless leader sang to the billions of his now emerged brood. He stood a half inch tall and about an inch in length, a couple of millimeters larger than his minions who replied by rubbing their wings together. Their color, tawny, changed to turquoise before every flight.
It had been seventeen years since their last attack upon humanity. The nymphs hatched from their eggs many moons ago, attached to the calcium carbonate of the highest mountain and grew stronger and stronger.
“Now!” The leader transformed before the many.
Their wings expanded as they set off to seek and destroy every thing suburbia.
Photographers in the land of Calcar snapped pictures when the tiny pests swarmed from their perch. A deafening noise emerged as parts of the mountain top crumbled, shaken by their fierce movement.
Finally, they blended in with the clear sky. They were on a suicide mission.
“Ransackadia!” Their song became louder.
They broke off into groups and invaded every town known to man, crashing into cars, homes, landing in children’s hair, splattering themselves purposely on all surfaces.
Screams could be heard around the world.
BREAKING NEWS interrupted every program.
“We’re here at the Super Mart Supermarket, where the Ransackadia’s made their first landing. Excuse me, sir.” The reporter approached an unsuspecting patron carrying several bags.
“Sir, how do you feel about this year’s invasion?” The reporter asked just as a group of Ransackadia dove in towards the man’s head. He dropped his groceries and sprinted towards his vehicle.
“THEY’VE RANSACKED EVERYTHING!” He yelled back.
“There you have it! This place is one of many – RANSACKED! This is Michael Strausser reporting live from Ransackadiaville.” The reporter laughed, standing securely under an umbrella.
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