Demon Mukade

We have been visited by our 4th mukade. Maybe the same one I saw the other night, maybe one of his pals.

Aaron was putting some clothes in the wash. He picked up a towel and found... a mukade. The mukade was all relaxed at first, which means stretched out to a hideous length. Then he freaked out and contracted, laying his armored plates closer together. Aaron pinned the mukade underfoot, I got some scissors, and we stood victorious over the squirming bits.

But mukades in the laundry... this is a new phase of warfare. Clearly diabolical and underhanded.