They do not die. Those slick, hollow, translucent creatures. You pop them. They like it. They come back for more. I've found this book. It shows the evilness. The relentless body snatching. What is so wrong with them. I have found others that agree. I found a repenting balloon, too. We're going to contain her. Put her pieces in a capsule. There's a building under construction. The foundation will be poured soon. The capsule will be in there. She won't grow up evil. She won't cause me harm. Steal me soul. Maybe I'll add some rubber cement. Just in case.