You will never see it coming. Through the tall grass it slithers unseen, unnoticed, silent. But it has seen you, its sensitive tongue flicking your scent from the air, its beady eyes tracking your every move. You feel only a slight sting at first. Then another. Then one after the other, and soon you fall helpless under a barrage of vitamin-fortified oat projectiles. Only then do you see the face of the fiend who beat you: the dreaded Cereal Killer!

That was the worst pun in this site’s hisstory, John B.