The Serial Killer

I approach my victims with stealth and murderous intent. One by one, I pluck them from their destructive and self-absorbed lives.

For the most part, they never see it coming and before you know it, they are struggling for air, legs flailing until they are, at last, still. Later, I will discard their bodies and start again.

It may be a futile attempt given how many of them populate the area, but I do what I can to protect my precious flowers, no matter how lacy their leaves have become. Damn beetles!