Coleopterametamorphobia: fear of being transformed

Coleopterametamorphobia: fear of being transformed into a beetle is a rare condition whchi caused F.'s insomnia. While the family cocooned for the Winter, F. wrote his epos "The

Metamorphosis", but later he tossed it in the trash. That bum, K. (you might know him as Kafka) found it while digging through the trash looking for a crust of bread.

"Crunchy, hm." Kafka was glad for the extra protein as he'd had to skip breakfast that morning. He'd been evicted from his apartment. Apparently the landlord didn't take kindly to

him keeping crows in his kitchen. His opinion grew worse when the crows attacked the landlord. The boy who had just watched Kafka eat the cockroach up hungrily backed away.

But it was too late. The boy backed up into the legs of somebody official. He could tell. He looked up and it was a short squat man who was wearing a sort of pancho cape thing that

smelled like fish tacos. In a flash, the boy was enveloped into the folds of the fishy pancho by the little man & carried off into the foggy night. When the boy came to, he was

on display in an automat somewhere in New York City. It was 1963, and the tired office workers eyed him with doubt. He didn't look like a fish taco, whatever that was. His price

wasn't quite right, but neither was any of theirs. He looked more like a meager slice of lemon meringue pie more than a fish taco. That automat in 1963 somehow seemed

lovely compared to this slimy pile of doughy mess. He noted to sue the place for their insolence later, but for now, he needed an aspirin and a bucket; this was going to be messy.