Chloe swept three cockroaches out of the large tent with one swift move. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times. No more than two cockroaches at a time,” she called as they scuttled away into the night.
She laughed as she turned back to the volunteers, many of whom were still crouched on whichever bunk bed had been closest when the insects had been discovered. It was obvious who the long timers were; they hadn’t batted an eye. The newly married couple who had arrived last week, however, had leaped onto the closest bunk and were still crouched there, their gazes scanning the floor, as if expecting an army of cockroaches to materialize.
Truthfully, it wasn’t completely farfetched, but the critters were more annoying than dangerous.
“Who’s up for one more round?” a woman as
