Author's note: I wrote this months ago and Scribbler nudged me to remind me I needed to post it.

Living it up, living it down

When she arrived at Bailey’s, Heather was too busy greeting old schoolfriends from New Bern to notice at first. It wasn’t until she was waved into a seat in one of the booths that she saw the bowls of candy were filled with multicolored bugs, and that the letters on the banners hung around the walls were held up by marching ants.

“You themed my bridal shower with ants?” she accused Mary.

“Not just any old ants.” Emily kissed Heather’s cheek as she handed over her gift. She pointed to the radiation warning signs around the room. “Giant irradiated ants.”

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