Elizabeth Buzzelli
DEAD DOGS AND ENGLISHMEN
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Excerpt from "Dead Dogs and Englishmen"

"The deadly summer of the worm began in spring when the tent worms crawled into my northwest Michigan woods after May blossoms faded on the wild cherry trees and tiny leaves first appeared on the Juneberry, when the trees bloomed again with thick, gauzy webs at every fork of their branches. Each of the sticky, white webs woven into the blackened and sickly trees writhed with thousands of worms. I tried not to notice the moving webs when I walked with Sorrow, my happy lump of a mixed breed dog. I hoped the worms would go away; that maybe the birds would feast on them. Maybe, I thought, they�d turn into moths and be nothing more than a nuisance after summer dark, pulsing around my porch lights and bombarding the window screens with buzzing thumps.

That wasn�t what happened. None of that."