Buddha's photo prompt 1 - Grasshopper and Fly

It was the beginning of the end, I knew it. I just knew it!

I had spent hours on that car, cleaning it, making it purdy, bringing out its inner Delta. I used the finest dish soup money could buy; a lemon, orange mix only the Gods of dishpan hands could come up with. Enough Turtle wax that I'd swear I single-handedly put the whole turtle population on the endangered species list. And toothbrushes... BOY! did I use enough toothbrushes. I don't have to tell you about toothbrushes and cars, do I? The detailers secret weapon.

After all that and the better part of my Sunday spent making mom's old Galaxy Blue Delta 88 sparkle like the finest cubic zirconia a hundreds bucks can buy, and the INSECTS OF DOOM come out of the desert to sit on my car's windshield. It's a sign, I tell ya. A deadly sign of DOOM!

If it is the End, guess I'm going out in style. I'll ride off into the Hollywood sunset in my shinny, like-new 1972 Delta 88 with a grasshopper and fly sitting on its windshield and you know what? I'll speed along the highway collecting the splats of as many innocent insects as I can without a care in the world. If they're coming to warn me of the end, I am sure as HELL gonna take out as many of those nasty buggers as I can. Me and my Delta 88, that is. An insect's worst nightmare.