LouAnn Perry: Any way you look at it, Buster was a hazard to have around playing Spin the Bottle.
Polk Perry ( Childhood Neighbor): History is, Rant Casey had rabies more of his life than he didn’t. And hatching that much of any bug in your brain had to make him some crazy. Still, there’s plenty of folks who find crazy people to be very attractive.
LouAnn Perry: Buster didn’t never get me pregnant, but he gave me rabies plenty often. First time, standing under the mistletoe at the school Christmas pageant, fifth grade. One kiss, me wearing my red velvet jumper with underneath it a white blouse, standing in the middle of the front row onstage, and singing “Oh Holy Night,” singing notes sweet as any angel, my hair blond as angel hair in curls going halfway down my back, me the picture of sweetness—and I had rabies.
Courtesy of Buster Casey.
Dr. David Schmidt: In all fairness, I can’t blame all the infections on that one boy, but we haven’t had a single case of rabies since Buster Casey left town.
LouAnn Perry: Loads of girls went rabid my exact same way. Maybe half our class, freshman year. Brenda Jordan blamed her rabies on bobbing for apples during a Halloween party, taking her turn behind Buster, but fact is—she kissed him.
Buster Casey was for some girls what snakes was for him. A kind of place your folks tell you never to go. But a kind of small mistake that’ll save you from a bigger mistake later on.
Mistakes like kissing Buster, most times it’s a worst mistake if you don’t make them. After a good-looking boy gives you rabies two, three times, you’ll settle down and marry somebody less exciting for the rest of your life.
Echo Lawrence: For our second date, Rant wanted to rake up leaves in a park. One of the surefire ways to contract rabies is to mess with bats. Look under enough leaves and you’ll find a bat to bite you. Keep that in mind the next time you go to jump in a pile of dead leaves.
LouAnn Perry: History is, that boy was very popular. Except maybe with his daddy.
Shot Dunyun: How weird is that? A sexually conflicted thirteen-year-old rattlesnake-venom junkie with rabies—well, it’s safe to say that’s every father’s worst nightmare.
LouAnn Perry: History is, Buster Casey was the kind of mistake a girl needs to make while she’s still young enough to recover.
Bodie Carlyle: Us out in that desert, three horizons apart from the rest of the world, Rant’s still looking into my eyes, saying, “You feel a heartbeat?”
Me, feeling fur. Petting fur. Underground. Buried. That hand of me still pale as bone. Slippery with the smell of meatloaf grease.
Me in the sun, sunburned, I still nod yes.
Rant smiling, he says, “Don’t pull out.”
The feel of that fur, soft and warm, until—kah-pow—the punch of something pushing through the slack between my thumb and next finger, that web of skin there sunk through with something sharp, and my arm shaking so hard it hammers the tunnel walls already tight around my elbow, far up as my shoulder, me collarbone-deep in pain and trying to pull out.
Rant’s hands around my chest from behind, hauling me out of the ground.
The hole in my hand, not two punched marks. Not the little horseshoe of a coyote bite. The blood’s pulsing out just one hole, big and straight across.
Rant, looking at the blood and the dripping straight-across hole, he says, “You been bit.” He says, “Jackrabbit bit.”
Both of us trickling blood out of little holes in our hands and feet, watching our blood leak out in the sand under the hot sun, Rant says, “This here,” he says, “far as I’m concerned, this is how church should feel.”
10–Werewolves
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D. ( Epidemiologist): Among the oldest superstitions practiced by ancient cultures was the warning to never drink from a pool frequented by wolves. Nor did our ancestors scavenge from any game animal—say, a deer or an elk—which had been felled by a pack of wolves. Either of these transgressions—or simply being bitten by a wolf—it is believed would transform one into a legendary half-human, half-canine monster, bloodthirsty and savage: a werewolf.
In the same manner that Old Testament prohibitions against eating pork and shellfish no doubt saved ancients from a miserable death by trichinosis or salmonella, these early wolf superstitions warned them away from any trace of saliva most likely to carry the Lyssavirus, a genus of morphologically similar, negative-stranded RNA viruses historically infecting mammal reservoirs worldwide.
Denise Gardner ( Real Estate Agent): I can still see Margot stomping out the door to meet her friends. All of them dressed up in black lace and fishnet stockings, like every night was Halloween.
The little creature would be hanging on her sweater like a furry accessory. A brooch. Those horrible little claws of it, clutching the wool of her black sweater, or some nights Margot would pin up her hair and let the bat nest on top, or swing alongside her face like a single earring. All her goth friends wanted them…Leathery little vermin—I mean the bats, not Margot’s friends. Bats made the perfect creepy little pet for a vampire teen. All her friends had them. Shame on us, but we didn’t know any better. Pet shops couldn’t sell them right next to the puppies and kitties if they weren’t safe. That’s what Sean, my husband, said.
Sean Gardner ( Contractor): Our daughter’s name was Margot, but her little vampire friends called her “Monster.” She named the bat “Little Monster,” then she shortened it to just “Monty.”
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Prior to the Casey epidemic, the largest outbreak in modern times had been due to an oversight in import protocol. Under the Foreign Quarantine Regulations (42 CFR 71.54), it is illegal to sell bats as pets within the United States. Imported bats are restricted to accredited zoos and research institutions. However, in this one-time incident, a procedural error allowed a shipment of several thousand Egyptian tomb bats (Rousettus aegypiacus) to enter the country in 1994 for sale through pet stores.
Sean Gardner: We bought Margot the bat as a Christmas present. Correction: She bought the bat. Her mother and I paid her back. It cost three hundred dollars, from Egypt or some godforsaken place. The food cost another arm and a leg. Bat Chow or Bat Meal. Some ridiculous crap. Her mother wouldn’t go near it.
That Little Monty smelled awful.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Of the total humans infected each year, only 20 percent report being bitten or scratched by an animal. A typical case, from March 1995, involves a four-year-old girl in Washington State in whose bedroom a bat was discovered. Because the child reported no contact with the animal, no prophylactic treatment was initiated. Subsequently, both the child and the bat were found to be infected.
Among groundhogs, the disease spreads when one animal simply enters a den previously occupied by a sick animal.
Because the virus is transmitted primarily through saliva, something as minor as a cough or a sneeze can infect those in the immediate vicinity. Certainly within an elevator or an airliner cabin. Mechanically speaking, contracting rabies is as easy as catching a cold. But with a cold you immediately begin to present symptoms.
Denise Gardner: Her teachers complained that Margot acted antsy. They said she seemed fidgety. Distracted. Anxious, sometimes. She was our problem child. All her little goth friends acted the exact same way, always surly and impolite. Just awful. It never even dawned on us. Finally, when Margot brought home a D in her World Civics course, her primary-care pediatrician wrote her a prescription for Ritalin.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Upon contracting the virus, the typical subject will experience a tingling sensation at the site of the exposure, the bite or scratch. If the infection occurs via mucous membrane, that initial site will become hypersensitive. In the event of transmission through oral-genital contact, as appears to be the case with the Rant serotype, the hallmark tingling sensation affecting the genital and perigenital region is reported to be not altogether unpleasant. This pleasurable condition might account for the epidemic’s rapid, almost lightning, transmission rate through the populat
ion.
Sean Gardner: The symptoms are brooding and antisocial behavior, isolation alternating with fits of hostile aggression. If the CDC treated every teenager that showed those symptoms…well, no government has that much money.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Beyond the incubation period, also known as the “eclipse” period, of six to ninety days, the virus replicates in localized tissue adjacent to the infection site. Retrograde axoplasmic flow moves the virus rapidly throughout the central nervous system. It infects neuronal cells of the brain stem, medulla, hippocampus, Purkinje cells, and cerebellum—invading, replicating, and budding within each cell—and in the process causing degeneration of the spinal cord, brain, and axons, and demyelination of the white matter of the brain.
As the viral load increases, the most enervated body tissues are subject to a greater degree, particularly the salivary glands. In the first stage of symptoms, the prodromal phase, the subject may suffer fever, nausea, headache, fatigue, and a lack of appetite.
Sean Gardner: Frankly, the way kids behave these days, who could blame us for not suspecting? Especially the way they dance.
Denise Gardner: Sean blamed her moods on that music they listen to.
Sean Gardner: Well, my wife said it was the video games.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Beyond the prodromal phase, the sensory-excitation phase is characterized by hypersalivation, muscle twitches, insomnia, extreme aggression, and a compulsion to bite or chew.
Once incubation of the disease is complete and the subject exhibits suspect behaviors, there is no treatment. The third and final stage of the disease is paralysis and coma. Subsequent autopsy will reveal antigens when rabies antibodies are applied to samples of brain tissue and examined under a fluorescence microscope.
Denise Gardner: During the worst of it, Sylvia Leonard calls. She’s the mother of Dean Leonard, one of Margot’s little goth pals. Well, anyway, Sylvia phones and says, hi ho, Dean’s pet bat has just croaked. The little fuzzball’s been curled up in Dean’s underwear drawer, and today it reeks to high heaven. Dead. And Sylvia wants to know: Did Margot’s bat get sick? Sylvia wants to know: Did we save the sales receipt, and can she use our receipt to try and get a refund for her dead bat?
We pull the shoe box out from under Margot’s bed, and the stink could knock you over. We don’t even open the lid. Sean, my husband, Sean just totes the box into the backyard and buries Little Monty with every other gerbil and hamster and kitten and goldfish and lizard, parakeet, guinea pig, mouse, and rabbit that Margot ever begged and pleaded to have. You’d swear, our backyard is paved with dead animals.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: The word itself comes from the Sanskrit word, used three thousand years before the birth of Christ, rabhas, which means “to do violence.” By the nineteenth century, the virus was prevalent in all parts of the world, especially Europe. There, people who feared they’d become infected would usually commit suicide.
Those infected, or even rumored to be infected, were often murdered by their peers, out of fear. Or sympathy.
Historically, the virus has moved through a series of mammal reservoirs. In the 1700s, the disease was carried predominantly by red foxes (Vulpes vulpes), and gained a foothold in the New World when these animals were imported for British-style fox hunts. During the 1800s, the striped skunk(Mephitis mephitis) was so likely to be hydrophobic that the popular slang term for skunks of that period was “Phobey Cats.” After the 1960s, the common raccoon (Procyon lotor) became the species most likely to be infected. To a lesser degree, the coyote (Canis latrans) is responsible for an average of fifty infections annually. Insectivorous bats, an average of 750 infections annually.
Before the advent of the Rant serotype of the Lyssavirus, no more than a hundred thousand people died of rabies each year, primarily in tropical or subtropical regions. Despite an annual expenditure of one billion dollars to contain the disease, and a century of vaccinations and public awareness, the infection rate among animals reached a historical peakin 1993.
Due to the epidemic attributed to Buster Casey, human beings are currently the largest mammal reservoir of the rabies virus.
Sean Gardner: As I understand it, you have two types of rabies. There’s your “dumb” type, where you never go insane and bite anyone. You only curl up in a ball under your bed and die. And there’s the normal kind of rabies, the “furious” type, which 80 percent of folks get. Where you slobber and swear and flail around, smashing everything in your bedroom, including your Dolls of the World collection, and calling your father a “dirty, shit-eating, motherfucking, dickless dickhead…” Well, that’s what kind of rabies our Margot had.
Denise Gardner: Shame on us, but I think we started to mourn Margot the day she turned thirteen and first dyed her hair black.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: One can argue that all early prohibitions to bestiality were intended to prevent the Lyssavirus, or any disease, from jumping to human beings.
Ancient cultures also warned that bastard offspring of a priest would become werewolves. As would any children produced by incest.
Denise Gardner: Shame on me, but when I first suspected, when I had my first inkling that Margot might have rabies, I wrote it off as playacting. Watching Margot and her clique of goth friends, they made such a point to be rude and outlandish. It seemed too much, as if their fondest dream was to have rabies. Well, like I said, shame on me.
Phoebe Truffeau, Ph.D.: Once the virus begins replicating and is transported along sensory and motor nerves, the infected subject can remain asymptomatic for months, despite shedding virus and infecting additional subjects. That scenario appears to be the case with the alleged superspreader, Buster Casey.
No, epidemiologists no longer use the term “Patient Zero.” Any individual responsible for ten or more infections, we now refer to as a “superspreader.” What “Typhoid Mary” Mallon was to typhoid, what Gaetan Dugas was to AIDS, and Liu Jian-lun was to SARS, Buster Casey would become for rabies.
Sean Gardner: Our Margot, you know what happened. So many of her friends died that we held a group service. Not just Dean Leonard. Except it’s different when you bury a goth child. Yes, it’s still heartbreaking, only it doesn’t look as bad. Actually, our Margot looked better—well, healthier—than she did before she got sick. The viewing, with all of them dressed up and so somber, it looked like her junior prom. But no one was dancing. Or smiling. Or laughing. Everyone gloomy and dressed in black…
Okay, it looked exactly like her junior prom.
11–The Bees
Echo Lawrence ( Party Crasher): Get this. Independence Day, one year, the whole Casey clan goes out for a picnic. A barbecue with marshmallows and seared animal flesh. All the aunts and uncles, all the cousins, an acre of Caseys sprawled on blankets or folding lawn chairs, eating corn. Everybody hugging everybody, shaking hands.
Even al fresco, the generation that controls everything, that owns it all, the adults sit at a picnic table. Everyone else, in the dirt. The adults a little shuffled since Esther and Hattie and Bel died, but mostly the same.
That sunny day, first one bee, then another, buzzed the adult table. The old grannies waved them away. Then the table was covered. The adults were coated in bees.
Sheriff Bacon Carlyle ( Childhood Enemy): The county medical examiner was asking: Did any of the deceased handle bees lately? He’s wanting to be told: Did any of them work with beehives? Something he called “swarm attractant” would explain the attack.
From the Field Notes of Green Taylor Simms ( Historian): Nasonov pheromones. A plastic vial the size of your little finger exudes the bee attractant equivalent to five thousand honeybees fanning and scenting the air. Apis mellifera, the common honeybee, follows the scent and seeks out any cracks or openings in which to create a new hive.
Swatting at these bees will prompt them to exude the “alert” pheromone, which attracts additional bees to attack. Because their primary predators are bears, the attacking bees focus on the eyes, nose, and open mo
uth of the aggressor—any feature that occurs as a dark opening, including the ears, the bees will swarm. Any carbon dioxide the victim exhales will make the attacking bees more aggressive.
Swarm attractant itself has a pleasant, faint citrus smell. Almost undetectable to humans. Because nasonov pheromones are so potent, the preferred method of storage is to place the plastic vial inside a sealed glass jar, then secure the sealed jar inside a deep-freeze.
Shot Dunyun ( Party Crasher): It was like a cloud blotting out the sun, a big black fucking storm. Humming. In the middle of a nice sunny day, it starts to rain. But instead of water, it’s raining bee stings. No shit. It’s pouring down sheer pain.
Echo Lawrence: People were running for their cars, screaming until their mouths were filled with bees, choking on bees, stung and smothered to death. By the time the county vector control could intervene, Rant’s Uncle Clem was dead. So were his Aunt Patty and Uncle Cleatus. His Uncle Walt died in the hospital.
Shot Dunyun: The FBI shitheads who asked about Party Crash nights, after Rant died, those agents loved the bee story. They couldn’t take notes fast enough.
Echo Lawrence: Relax. Nobody called it murder. Not yet.