by BYON

⚡Receiving transmissions⚡

Male Western Hercules Beetle 'Orange Juice'

(This guy greets visitors)

(Butterflies!)

(Flowers 💕)

I got to touch horseshoe crabs and sea stars!

I got to see tarantulas! They have one that you can hold, but I’m not about that—I’ll watch from a respectful distance lol

I got to spend as much time in the gift shop as I wanted! (Big change from the last time I went, 10 years ago when Cory was little, and I was all like “lol what gift shop? I’m broke”)

I got to see aquariums filled with coral and jellies and shrimp!

I got to chill on a bench and watch the butterflies and feel my heart rate go down to the 60s! (It’s been cruising along at like 80-100 all day 😖 anxiety)

1-800-GHOST-ZONE

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Summary:

Do you have a ‘buggy’ problem on your hands? Things with beady eyes, several legs, bulbous bodies and buzzing wings? Well Phantom is the one for the job! With a pun and a grin, he’ll fulfill all your punching, exterminating, and relocating needs in the blink of a eye! What’s better than a service that never sleeps? Call your resident ghost boy NOW!!!! Contact methods include but are not limited to: loud shouting, screams of terror, or close proximity to another ghost. Phantom is unavailable for: photos, non-ghost pest problems, or calls for a permanent solution.

(On request from Danny Phantom, we ask that you not call the Drs. Fenton while Phantom is on duty, as side effects include copious amounts of anti-ecto foam, attempted arrest, and an upset ghost with a necessary shower in his future.)

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Evenings in the Nasty Burger diner had gotten pretty quiet recently. That evening there was no one in the booths, and that wasn’t likely to change soon. People didn’t like to see bugs and eat at the same time. Even if it was dubious if these bugs had any interest in food at all.

The girl on duty at the counter stood on guard with a broom. Her eyes drifted more than once to the floor and the shadowed corners around her. She jumped when the door opened with a jingle.

“I’m officially done. No more bugs for me, no thank you.”

“Come on, Tuck, no one makes as good bait as you,” the dark haired teenager laughed, only a little cruelly.

Tucker stopped short in the doorway, looking around suspiciously. “Are you sure there aren’t any in here?”

Danny tilted his head to the side. “For now.”

Tucker barked a nervous laugh. “For now, he says. Don’t you know they’re all around us? Creeping? crawling under covers and biting toes.” He shuddered.

“Hey, I’ll take bugs all day long. They may be many, but I have the power of suction on my side. Danny swung the thermos from his hand, then shook it from side to side. “It takes forever to fill up on those things. Hey, I have to release them eventually, do you think I could dump them on Skulker's Island?” That laugh was definitely evil.

Thrilling Wonder Stories December, 1939.

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