But on a sweltering July night, when you see a flash of tan legs disappear under a dumpster behind the Flamingo, and your shadow suddenly looks a little too long… you’ll remember the name. And you’ll walk a little faster toward the neon lights.
“I found one in my shoe last August,” says Mark, a 15-year resident of Henderson. “I screamed like a child. My wife came running. We didn’t sleep for two days. And I’m a former Marine.”
Because in Las Vegas, even the bugs are trying to put on a show.
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