When the two broods overlapped, the trees turned black. Lawns were perforated beyond repair by their holes. Everywhere their whole-body casts left behind: brown, delicate, clenched tight. The noise terrified. It was like listening to a slow explosion happening repeatedly outside your window, over and over. Intermittent ticking and then full-on detonation. Unstoppable. Delighted little red eyes staring right back at you.