_I’m in the security line. Almost ready for 1st prank._

_You better do amazing._

Little known fact: fake mustaches are ITCHY! When Kal first told me what he wanted me to do, I thought he was joking, but apparently not. I’m in line at the airport security, waiting to put my bag on the x-ray scanner thing. My bag is quite heavy, filled to the brim with fake rubber cockroaches. The whole point is to get my bag searched and weird-out the person who is searching my bag.

I heave the suitcase into the century-old bins and begin to walk through the metal detector.

I never know to act when I walk through these. Do I smile? No, that seems suspicious. Look down? Shady.

Eye contact with the attendant? Too intense. I eventually just walk straight through, stone-faced and looking forward the whole time. I wait and watch my bag as it gets dragged into the inspection area.

I approach the man holding my bag.

“Is this bag yours, sir?”

“Yes,” I reply with a thick, fake foreign accent.

I watch his face closely as he unzips my bag.

“Oh lord!” He exclaims, jumping backwards.

“Oh, don’t worry, they wont hurt you. They are just my little darlings!” I say with a plastered face of affection to the rubber insects.

“These are your pets?” The man asks, obviously confused.

“Yes! Do you want to know their names? You do don’t you? This one is Bob, Rob, Tim, Karen, Jimmy-“

“OK! I’m sorry sir, but I can’t allow you to bring these onto the plane,” He says.

I start to feel a little bad that I’m making his job hard.

“Oh, I see,” I say, mocking disappointment, “Well then, you’ll have to look after them for me while I’m gone!”

I fling the bugs at the man, shouting names, “Goodbye Nelly, Farewell Charles, Hasta la vista Fredrick!”

“Oh, and don’t forget to give them their medicine!” I toss a bottle of pink pepto-bismol at him.

I turn around with my head high and strut out of the airport.

_I did it Kal._