Last night, I stopped d3ad in the doorway of my own garage. At first, I thought something had been stuck to the wall as a prank. Then I realized it was alive.
There it was—bright yellow, covered in tiny black dots, with long dark spikes stretching from its body like some kind of miniature alien weapon. It didn’t move. It didn’t run. It simply clung to the wall, perfectly still, as if it had been waiting for me to notice it.
My first thought was not scientific. It was panic.
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