"Huh?...yes?...wha?...what happened? What's wrong, Bubba?" I mumble, as I sit bolt upright in the middle of the bed, sending about 30 throw pillows flying across the room. (Hey, I get lonely at night. Don't judge.)
"Mama, Mama, did you know we were under attack?!?!?" he stares at me, almost panic-stricken, from the foot of my bed.
"What are you talking about, baby? Who's attacking us?" I ask, groggily rubbing my eyes and reaching for my clock. When does this boy ever sleep???
"We're under attack by invasive pests, Mom. California is. Invasive pests are attacking California. Didn't you know?" he implores, still standing at the foot of my bed, but gesturing wildly now.
"Invasive what?" I ask.
"PESTS, Mom! In-va-sive pests! We have to do something. We just have to. Can we help?"
"Oh, invasive pests, huh? I see." feeling just slighty annoyed as I glance over his shoulder, confirm that, no, in fact, the sun is still not yet up, realize I fell asleep with the TV on, and that he's been watching the infomercial for hungrypests.com for the last half hour.
From the hungrypests.com website:
Invasive pests affect every Californian. They eat our food, destroy our parks and forests, wreck our gardens and throw our ecosystem off balance. Farmers lose crops, prices for produce and goods go up, our beautiful natural resources are threatened and the negative economic impact to our State’s economy could be devastating as agricultural exports diminish through loss of products or quarantines imposed by other states and countries.