But You Know, She Changed The Subject Every Time Money Came Up

The metamorphosis is complete. For some time we have been able to look through the increasingly transparent walls of the  dingy chrysalis, discerning within the agitated writhings of an unlovely bug. But now the thing has split open and the creature is spilled out into the autumn light, its vile nature revealed. It goes immediately to feeding, and to our horror and disgust it is a bloodsucker, a flesh consumer, and we doubt it can be squashed or poisoned by the only recourses we have-the protest letter or call or a pointless vote some weeks hence.