The Haunted Vibrator
The first vampire moth wriggled out of Mary’s mouth, squeezing past its siblings from her throat and crawled on the floor clumsily while spreading its wings.
Five white dotes. Wanda hummed in approval. The worst was twelve dots, and the best was four dots in this year’s vampire moth batch. Mary was considered above average in yield, and Wanda quickly trapped the new vampire moth into the jar as Cleo handed her the next.
They worked quickly, and the glass jars containing trapped vampire moths started to pile up at the side. After the twenty-fifth jar, Wanda’s excitement rose. Could they hope to see thirty?