Bristle Man

“Oh no! Sugar bugs!” Cathy cried.

For a baby tooth, Cathy had seen many sugar bug attacks. The sugar bugs showed up every day, and twice on the weekends.

Sugar bugs wanted one thing! Sugar! Sticky, gooey sugar. Every time they attacked, they left a new black hole.

Cathy could do nothing. You see, Cathy was the oldest tooth in a very young girl’s mouth. And that little girl liked sugar – LOTS of sugar.