The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for May 17, 2014

Imagine that….they are falling like….flies

“Hey Sarge, isn’t this Cap’n Crunch’s House?”“That’s right, we have a Cereal killer.”

I know, had nothing to do with the comic, just sounded funny in my head.

The SWAT team just left.

they must have been flying blind

Two more Old Ladies are safe, “I don’t know why?”

As long as they don’t hide the bodies in my soup…

No wings? Maybe it’s a stinkbug. One can only hope.

CSI = Can’t Spray Insecticide?

They must be putting them away for later consumption.

Maybe the (wingless, 8-legged) creature carrying the stretcher is the killer — hint: spiders have 8 legs and are wingless. All the others have 6 legs and wings.

In my basement, the sills look like the fly version of an aerial shot of Jonestown.

Having a spider to drain the fluids for free makes the embalming process much easier.

It was turning into a long day. The desk had put me on the window beat. And the bodies were stacking up; losers, sick of beating their heads against an invisible wall. I’d seen their kind before. Dried out husks of what they once were and all they might have been. It wasn’t pretty. And it didn’t look like it was going to get any better. But it was only the beginning.

So, nobody else gets it either.

Inspectors are called “Insectors”?

sure beats getting stuck in the light fixture/cover.