Over 2500 species of fleas have been identified by entomologists but many more are thought to exist.
Fleas can lift objects 150 times heavier than their own body weight.
Female fleas can lay about 2,000 eggs over the course of their lives, but are incapable of laying eggs until after their first meal.
Flea eggs are usually laid directly on a host, often falling off and spreading the infestation to the surrounding environment.
As ravenous and aggressive as fleas are known to be, it’s probably a very good thing they don’t grow to the size of a small dog. Otherwise, humanity would be in serious trouble.
August 5th 2022 Crain Navel warfare center. Green County, Indiana. 11:55 p m. Gatekeeper 12 status report.
Special purpose convoy arrives as scheduled at north gate.
Assigned to main incinerator for flash burn CDC element.
convoy departure at o-100 hours. Flash Burn successful.
Indiana is not known for earthquakes although on occasion they do occur. A fairly powerful trimmer hit Southern Indiana on the 4th of July this summer. It was the most powerful shaker the Hoosier state has ever experienced.
Top brass at CRAIN had serious concerns regarding the overall condition of BIG Bertha. That is what they call the massive state of the art super furnace used to dispose of some of the nastiest man made bioweapons on Earth.
BIG Bertha sets on a massive 30 foot thick slab of lead and steel reinforced concrete. The base slab cracked during that week’s trimmer. But all testing ensured things were safe for this scheduled Flash Burn.
During a FlashBurn, the furnace is super heated to 22,000 degrees F. for a few seconds. Hot enough to incinerate anything on the planet.
This particular burn consisted of some materials formerly used in bio research experiments at Area 51. Whatever this was, the military saw fit to assign a heavy armed escort and scheduled the operation for late night on the weekend. Its almost like they were trying to avoid any questions from the local press.30 miles away, just on the outskirts of Bloomington, Indiana; Virgil Davis, owner of Davis gravel and sand LLC. pulls up to the gates of his gravel pit. Its late on a Friday night and he is exhaust from a long day’s work. But he doesn’t want to drive the Tri-axel dump truck home so he opens the gate to park it and retrieve his car.
As he pulls the truck into its spot at the back of the lot he notices three of his largest piles of sand are gone. It would have taken several trucks all day to remove that much sand. And he has been here off and on all day.
He grabs a flashlight from under the dash and walks cautiously out into the sand lot to have a closer look. As he reaches the area where the sand piles should be, he notices a masses fisher spanning the entire length of his property and beyond.
It looks like the earth just opened up and swallowed thousands of metric tuns of sand. For several moments he stands on the edge of what very well could be an extremely deep fisher caused by the quake. Bewildered, he walks back to the foremen shack to call the police.
ONE MONTH LATER:
15 miles east of Linton, Indiana; 4 trucks convene on a hill overlooking acres of undeveloped woodlands. Perfect for what these sportsmen have in mind. Each truck is hauling 2 motocross motorcycles. Only a few weeks till school starts and so much riding to get done before it starts cooling down.
Minutes later, 8 Hondas are screaming through the woods as if they were being chased by some malevolent thing. For the next few hours these boys were having the time of their lives.
Eventually, they came upon a large crack in the limestone that appeared to be quite deep. The fisher was too wide to jump safely, so they rode alongside it for a while to see how long the thing was. It went on and on so in frustration, they turned around and headed back to the trucks. As they sped alongside the crevice something leaped out of the darkness and landed on the lead bikers back. In an instant, three more of these things leaped onto Mike’s back and took him down.
The others stopped to help their fallen comrade. The things were all over him by now. 8 or perhaps 10 of them. Giant bugs. They were biting him. Biting the shit out of him as he rolled around on the ground screaming his head off.
In seconds, he slowed and then stopped moving. The bugs continued their dark work. Everyone freaked out and started the bikes and took off.
In mere moments, seven motorcycles followed by dozens of hopping giant fleas were tearing through heavy brush and woodlands, as if their lives depended on it…
Later, That same day:
Young love is shameless. Under the influence of some extremely good pot and a copious amount of teen hormones, Tommy and Gena are driving aimlessly around the county after a movie and McDonald’s. They are both extremely horny and decide the old gravel pit is the place.
Gaining ingress to the Davis Gravel LLC truck lot was a piece of cake for two amorous teens. Moments later, they are in the back seat working on a full house. After 4 minutes of heaven, it’s done. And Tommy has to take a leak. He steps out and walks around to the back of the car and does his business as Gena smokes a joint. Tommy sees movement from the corner of his eye and for a few seconds he is fearful they might be busted. Then he sees it is nothing more than a rat scurrying along the fence. Then he sees more rats running in the same direction. In a few seconds he sees dozens and then more rats running as if something were chasing them.
He turns to get back in the car. This place is giving him the creeps. As he turns, he sees a very large bug sitting on the warm hood of the car. Before he can react, it leaps onto his face and the pain takes him.
Vergil Davis pulls into the sandlot to drop the truck off and pick up his car. Still upset over the apparent loss of thousands of dollars worth of sand a while back. Vergil just wants to go home and get some sleep. He sees a car parked along the back fence with the doors open and the dome light on. He is instantly angered by this trespass.
Someone is getting an ass beating. He grabs the Louisville Slugger he keeps under the seat of the truck. As he bulls his way to the car he notices what surely looks like two severely damaged bodies laying on the ground near the back of the car.
Something unspeakable has happened here tonight. He is dumbfounded by these events. Moments later, he once again makes his way to the foreman shack to call the boys in blue. As he does this, he thinks to himself, I need to get a freaking cell phone. and better locks for the gate. And a gun.
