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His foot strayed merely a moment outside the fan’s protective wind tunnel. Time enough for the winged hell spawn to latch and sink its razor tipped probe deep into the thick skin of the sole before it could be dragged back to safety.

The itch manifested almost immediately. He scraped and pinched and poked frantically at the injection site but the irritation had already taken root. It was proving impossible to quell. A second itch flared around his heel. Another between his toes. Incandescent, he reached for the bug zapper. The revenge culling was about to begin.

(Daily Prompt:Β Pest)

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