WHAT IT IS
There is a chic new restaurant in Boston Massachusetts appropriately named Hangers, where patrons are seated on a wooden platform, strapped into their seats and raised via a construction crane one hundred feet into the air to enjoy the dining experience.
INSECT agent Graham was the adventurous type, while agent Smith called the idea ludicrous, befitting of the bored middle class teasing stupid ideas out of everyday pleasures. He would not go…Graham was on his own.
Once a hundred feet in the air and strapped to his seat, Graham and the others were easy pickings for No. 1’s east coast lieutenant and several thousand insect activists.
WHAT IT IS NOT
Jones and Brown both had a touch of arachnophobia, so it was not surprising that panic started to set in when their car began to fill up with spiders. They tried stuffing pieces of Brown’s T-shirt into the vents as they repeatedly pulled at the door handles in a vain attempt to get out. The spiders seemed endless and their ability to find ways to penetrate the vehicle remarkable. As Jones and Brown bounced up and down in their seats, swatting and slamming themselves a single dragonfly landed on the windshield, twisting and contorting its miniscule head until all the spiders left the area.