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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