Exterminated
One afternoon, my brother was driving down a rural two lane highway, as I sat in the passenger seat talking to him.
Without warning, the man in a yellow car in front of us slumped over in his seat, and the car swerved toward the shoulder of the road. My brother had to brake quickly to avoid hitting the other car, which careened off the road and hit a tree.
"Is he dead?" I asked.
"I think he was dead already," my brother answered.
About a quarter of a mile later, we passed another car wrecked on the side of the road. As I turned to look at the people inside, I saw the person in the car behind us suddenly fall forward across the steering wheel. The car meandered around the road, eventually crashing into the median ditch.
"What do you think happened to all these people?" he asked, as we both looked around, seeing more and more people dead in their cars.
As we passed a car stopped right on the edge of the shoulder, I looked through the window to see not a person, but a giant dead cockroach in the driver's seat.
"Poisoned," I answered.
Without warning, the man in a yellow car in front of us slumped over in his seat, and the car swerved toward the shoulder of the road. My brother had to brake quickly to avoid hitting the other car, which careened off the road and hit a tree.
"Is he dead?" I asked.
"I think he was dead already," my brother answered.
About a quarter of a mile later, we passed another car wrecked on the side of the road. As I turned to look at the people inside, I saw the person in the car behind us suddenly fall forward across the steering wheel. The car meandered around the road, eventually crashing into the median ditch.
"What do you think happened to all these people?" he asked, as we both looked around, seeing more and more people dead in their cars.
As we passed a car stopped right on the edge of the shoulder, I looked through the window to see not a person, but a giant dead cockroach in the driver's seat.
"Poisoned," I answered.