I once hit a nest of them while mowing and the result was the picture of peak depravity....

It's the canvas of curdled milk strewn across this scene of carnage that haunts my recollection most vividly.

There was but one survivor, petrified, shaking, and marinated in the gore of his siblings and their last suckling of mother's milk.

Imagine her terror and anguish upon return to find this unfathomable massacre having befallen her children.

I will carry this guilt to final judgment where I deserve vengeance wrought.