Dr.Hilda was taken aback by the sudden blow up between the sergeant and the midget. tutting under her breath as the words were exchanged she thought for a second she would need to hide for cover as a gun was brought out into the argument. The three loud shots rang clear and a few more pork and beans cans rolled off their respective counters onto the linoleum.<br/><br/><strong>"No! no no nonono! Put zat away. Leave it for de bugs. Don't bozzer waisting your bullets man."</strong>Hilda yelled at the pimp. Angry eyes looked him up and down before she rolled her shoulders in uncharacteristic defiance. Perhaps she was partially in denial considering she hadn't left the house in almost 3 years. Walking down the only familiar part of town, the Shoppin's aisles, she started grabbing as many cans of bug spray she could find, using her lab coat as a means of carrying them.<br/><br/><strong>"Dis! dis is vat ve need for the little buggies."</strong>she said to herself as she whipped out her torn pages from her dusty notebooks back home. ~Yah...dis will help vis de buggies.~ she thought to herself as she narrowly avoided tripping up on some gardening utensils.