Midnight Moose Raid

Prompted flash fiction (stink bug, Zest soap, Melbourne)

Molly fingered the green cube suspended from a strand of monofilament fishing line knotted to the branch of her lime tree. Hundreds of identical cubes dangled from her lemon tree. Hundreds more swung from the branches of her orange tree.

Molly exhaled and made sure she kept her tone light. “Kev, darling, the point was to wash the bugs off. Not…decorate t…