Late Summer Dreaming
We got yelled at for eating their food without permission. We apologized and started putting their food into the refrigerator for "safekeeping". My teenage son, still chewing a large mouthful of food (their food) caught a barrage of yelling from them. Putting my hand into my pocket, I found the roll I'd been eating when they pounded on the door. I quietly put it into the refrigerator, for fear they'd find it on me.
Next, the police insects searched our apartment. Stashed in the bottom of a foot locker was a bag full of parts (mostly narrow steel tubes) which could be used to construct a device for communication with a distant, third race of insects. I was scared but, though they recognized the kit, they seemed unconcerned. I wondered to myself if those other insects had been wiped out. And then the hey soul sister, aint that mister mister as my clock radio alarm went off.
at 6:00 AM