Talk:The Canaries/@comment-24040907-20140919060631/@comment-4893169-20140919192713

Thank you for the rather entertaining critique. When I was writing this, I was trying to come up something so nightmarishly terrifying that make anyone pile a huge furniture barricade in front of their closet door. Zombies and boogeyman are pretty blasse, so I went with a huge swarm of ravenous rat instead.

I've always hated the furry little bastards. I had one ran over my face in the middle of the night. Another that ate nearly my entire collection of easter eggs that my mom got for me at a yard sale and still another one that gnawed the binding of some of my dad's antique books.

I can understand why they were called "the Devil's Lapdogs."

I also hate those little troll and smurf dolls though not as much as rats.

The dialogue between the two brothers gave me a lot bit of trouble because I'm not a little kid so I'm not familiar the speech patterns and slang, although growing up a pesky sibling I can understand the rivalry and frustration that goes with having to share your stuff and living space.