The kids began flailing around wildly. They killed quite a few wasps, leaving little gooey spots of bug guts on their hands and clothes.
Maggot was not pleased.
The creature raised itself up in a mound and launched a horde of flying insects at the nearest boy. The scrawny little boy, who was still looking for his glasses, was struck in the face with a swarm of flying bugs: wasps, bees, flies, mosquitoes, moths, everything. The boy tried to scream, but his mouth was instantly filled with bugs. The swarm immediately began stinging and biting the inside of his mouth and filling up his throat with their bodies.
Maggot was pleased.