Credits slowly emerge from undulating blue velvet as Angelo Badalamenti's arousing score fills the soundtrack. Dissolve to clear, blue skies, clean white picket fences, budding red roses, and yellow tulips. A man riding on a passing fire truck waves. A uniformed crossing guard holds a stop sign allowing children to safely cross the street.

We pass by an elderly fellow who fluidly waters his lawn. He suddenly clutches his neck in pain and falls to the ground. A dog, intrigued by the hose still erect in his hand, playfully jumps on him and drinks from the stream of water. A toddler, unaware of the emergency, strolls down the driveway. The camera then penetrates deep into the ground, where a swarm of hungry, vicious black bugs lurks beneath the idyllic surface of this picture-perfect neighborhood.

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