You know how your mom told you not to slurp your pop loudly through the straw? Don’t let her near Vworp. She’d probably ground it from carbonated drinks for a month.
Back and forth, back and forth — sucking up the water was like painting in reverse. A stroke here and another there, and the canvas that was my basement floor suddenly looked less like a glossy print and more like a coarse, blank matte. If only I could reverse spend money by reverse painting the floor.
A few gallons later and the puddle party was broken up. I think most of the crickets went the way of dead goldfish.
Vworp had passed its first major experiment. And I hadn’t dropped the cord into the puddle.
I can’t believe I had the gumption to use electricity around a puddle of water.
Friday editor / Queen of Vworpsylvania