Those Damn Beavers
If we’d of had any clue back in 2011 when that earthquake shook up Louisa, Virginia, that this would happen, I’m quite sure we would of handled it with much, much more care. I mean, we knew the power plant was there, but just never considered that maybe, just maybe, it hadn’t held up as well as the powers that be convinced us it was.
As it was, no one would of ever thought the Apocalypse would begin in a little place called Lake Anna, and it would be beavers that started it. Nope. They chalked it up to a rabid beaver and left at that.
Oh, you don’t know that story? Two little girls went swimming in Lake Anna and got bit by a beaver. That story ended with a remark about there being only four known beaver attacks because of rabies.
But they were wrong. Dead wrong.
And that’s why I’m sitting here in the corner of my vacation home, holding a 12 gauge shotgun and listening to the beavers chucking away at the wood frame outside. I couldn’t even tell you how many of us humans were left because once the beavers invaded, that was all she wrote.
Nope. We should of known better than to trust the government. We should of known that the power plant wasn’t strong enough. Maybe then we’d of realized it was leaking into the water, and we would of moved on, giving the wildlife nothing but themselves to feed off of.
We should of done a lot of things, only we didn’t, and that was the greatest tragedy of all.
They always said you can’t get distemper from a cat, or parvo from a dog, but, I wonder, can you catch zombie from a beaver? I’m not sure I want to know. I’d shoot myself first.
This week’s Bloggy Mom’s Writer’s Workshop challenged us to go local!! Peruse your local newspaper for the crime section. Pick a crime (or newsworthy event) and write about it in 750 words or less.
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