Something’s been bothering us for over a year, but we haven’t called anyone out or stirred the pot—until now. We didn’t ask around, didn’t accuse anyone, and frankly, we hoped someone else would bring it up. But since nobody has, here’s what’s been on our mind. There’s been chatter around town that TapInto East Brunswick—or at least the local franchise rights, social media accounts, website access, and email list—is up for sale.

If you’re considering buying it, it’s smart to ask a few questions. No assumptions. No accusations. Just due diligence before spending your money.

You’re Not Just Buying a Page—You’re Buying a Platform

It’s essential to understand what’s likely included in a purchase like this:

• The TapInto East Brunswick website (as part of the larger TapInto network)
• The Facebook page, which boasts over 10,000 followers
• A rumored email list of 10,000 contacts
• Possibly rights to post and monetize content in this regional vertical

On the surface, that is a pretty good deal. But in digital media, audience quality is more important than audience size.

So, Why Is Engagement So Low?

We reviewed about 50 recent Facebook posts from the page. Despite having over 10,000 followers, most posts had:

• 0 to 1 likes (mostly, except for a few posts)
• No comments (mostly, except for a few posts)
• Very few shares
• No visible conversation or traction—even on timely local topics

That’s unusual. Here are a few possible (and common) reasons for this:

🟠 Scenario 1: Followers Were Purchased

Buying followers is something many pages—especially in the early 2010s—did to look bigger. The problem? Purchased followers are often bots, inactive accounts, or users who never engage with the content. It inflates the numbers but damages trust and reduces organic reach.

🟠 Scenario 2: Followers Are Inactive

Pages built years ago can accumulate followers who simply no longer use Facebook or have muted the page. The number may be real, but the people behind it aren’t paying attention.

🟠 Scenario 3: Content Isn’t Resonating

If content is overly generic, syndicated, or lacks a local feel, people scroll past. Engagement doesn’t happen just because a post is published—it happens when it connects.

🟠 Scenario 4: Facebook Algorithm Suppression

Facebook favors posts with early reactions. If a page’s content consistently underperforms, the algorithm may stop pushing it to followers, creating a downward spiral of low visibility and even lower engagement.

What Engagement Should Look Like

For a page with 10,000 followers, even a conservative engagement rate of 1% would result in approximately 100 interactions per post. That could include likes, comments, and shares—especially on local topics.

If a post consistently has zero engagement, that’s something to pause on.

📈 At Eyes on EB, we currently have around 950 followers — a modest number on paper, but our engagement tells a different story. Over the past 50 posts, we’ve consistently averaged between 15 to 35 reactions per post, with many posts reaching hundreds of comments and shares when the topic resonates with the community. That puts our average engagement rate between 3 and 7%, depending on the post — which is well above the typical Facebook Page average of 0.08% to 0.2%.

In simpler terms: we don’t need to boast tens of thousands of followers to make an impact. What we say gets read, shared, and talked about. That’s real engagement.

What About the Email List?

There’s also word of a 10,000-person email list being part of the sale. If true, here are smart questions to ask:

• How were the emails collected? Through the website? Public directories? Purchased lists?
• Are they local? Or were they imported from outside the area?
• Are they opted-in? Can the seller show you how users gave permission?
• Do they open emails? Ask for open rates and click-throughs.

A list without engagement is just a spreadsheet. And if the Facebook followers are unengaged, it’s fair to at least ask whether the email list is any different.

Final Thought: Ask First, Buy Later

Buying a local digital media asset is like buying a restaurant—you’re not just buying the building; you’re buying the regulars. If they’re not showing up, or never existed to begin with, you’re not getting what you paid for.

Ask the hard questions. Audit the audience. And remember: at Eyes on EB, we don’t have the biggest numbers—we have the most active community. And that’s what actually matters.

Let’s start with what we are not: we’re not journalists or reporters. We don’t have press badges or journalism degrees. We’re content creators and bloggers. That’s it. But we care about the truth, what’s happening in our town, and getting it right.

At Eyes on EB, we strive to keep it real. We don’t post to stir the pot. We double-check what we hear, follow up when necessary, and only publish what we can stand behind. However, I do get it wrong from time to time.

Recently, I’ve been thinking a great deal about the future of local news. Sites like TapInto and The Patch don’t feel the same as they used to. A lot of their content reads like press releases. The writing feels flat, and the individuals behind it often lack the necessary training as reporters. This isn’t a criticism of anyone; it’s just an observation of the current trends.

The truth is that independent bloggers and podcasters have been filling the gaps for years. This phenomenon started at the national level and is now increasingly prevalent locally. People want honest, relatable coverage. They prefer to hear from those who live in their communities, not just from corporate-run outlets attempting to play it safe.

Not everything has to be breaking news. Some of the most popular posts are quirky, unusual, or just plain fun -and we enjoy that content too. If people in East Brunswick are talking about it, there’s a good chance it’s worth posting.

To be clear, I respect real journalists. There’s a craft to what they do, but the reality is that it’s becoming harder to find. Even at the national level, journalism and reporting no longer feel authentic; it often feels like spin. Protecting a narrative has replaced asking tough questions, making the old-school journalist and reporting a rare breed. Blogs like Eyes on EB are the result of poor corporate-backed journalism and reporting. With that being aid, we do NEED them, desperately. If local journalists were doing their job correctly, residents would not support Eyes on EB. As a result, when this happens and technology improves, people like me can explore a space that we couldn’t access before.

I’ve seen this happen in other industries as well. When I was a portrait photographer, digital cameras started to replace film. Some photographers insisted that film was the only genuine way to shoot. While I respected their passion, I also recognized the potential of digital photography. As a result, we now have many more amazing photographers who may not have pursued photography otherwise. However, this also means there are some poor photographers, as the barrier to learning the craft is not as high as it once was. I understand this dilemma well—every industry faces similar challenges. You either adapt or fall behind. As Gary Vaynerchuk once said, “Adjust or fail.”

The same applies here. I wrote this post, but utilized AI to help shape its structure. I then ran it through Grammarly to catch any rough spots, and I revisited it to ensure it still sounded like my own writing. My whole life I’ve been able to come up with good ideas, but organizing them was always a challenge for me, technology has helped me with that. I use the tools available. What matters is the content and whether people trust you. If local journalists and reporters were doing their job correctly, residents would not support Eyes on EB.

We don’t pretend to be something we’re not. We’re not here to replace journalism; we’re just trying to bring people the stories and conversations that matter in our town.

We’ll continue to cover serious topics when necessary, and we’ll have fun with it when the moment calls for it. That balance is what makes Eyes on EB work. As long as people care about what’s happening in their community, we’ll continue to do what we do.

A Note from Eyes on EB

We truly wish Maureen the best in her retirement, and we apologize in advance for having to even address this, but we felt forced into it, so we offer this response respectfully and with regret. Recently, a social media post circulated around town. It praised the outgoing editor of a local news outlet while slipping in a warning to the public.  It encouraged people to be wary of others who claim to be unbiased reporters. It did not name names, but it was clear who the message was targeting. And when it starts to feel like Eyes on EB is being called out, we will not stay silent.

Bias Versus Being Ill-Informed

Let’s talk about it.

Is it worse to be biased or to be uninformed? That is a serious question. Because while many are quick to declare themselves unbiased, the real issue is whether they were informed enough in the first place. If someone is reporting without a strong understanding of the topic, is that serving the public?

Whether the former editor was biased or not is a matter of personal opinion. However, it has been a criticism that has arisen over the years. Out of professional courtesy, Eyes on EB has never commented publicly and has rarely spoken privately about that issue. We have chosen instead to stay focused on our work.

At Eyes on EB, we do not aim to be the center of attention. We strive to get it right. Most of our stories include links to public records, meeting documents, or other downloadable sources. You do not need to take our word for anything. You can verify it for yourself.

And yes, we like to have fun when it’s appropriate and be serious when it’s necessary. That is why our tagline is simple. We only take serious topics seriously.

Why Eyes on EB Exists

Eyes on EB was not born out of ambition. It was born out of frustration. People in town were tired of one-sided reporting, missing facts, and stories that left more questions than answers. We are the result of a community that felt ignored.

We understand why some people do not like us. We have disrupted the usual flow. The people who used to control the narrative now have to answer to someone. That has made things uncomfortable for them. But we are not here to make things easy. We are here to tell the whole story.

Truthfully, this was supposed to be fun. We started off posting goofy things and light-hearted content. We never intended for it to get this serious. However, as more and more residents began asking us to investigate things that no one else would, we stepped up. Not because we wanted to. Because someone had to.

We are not here to be liked. We are not here to be loved. We’re here to start conversations. Sometimes that means being uncomfortable. That is part of the job.

We Do the Homework or We Find the People Who Did

A perfect example of how we work is the recent issue with the reading curriculum. We understood early on that we were not the best equipped to explain it in full. So we partnered with someone who had spent months researching it. Thanks to their work, we were able to publish a much more precise and more accurate story than what was being offered elsewhere.

That is not an insult. That is just the truth. And for the record, Eyes on EB has never attacked any of our competitors. We never throw shade. We are not interested in drama….well maybe a little. We are interested in facts.

Most of the time, when our stories stir up controversy, it is because a significant part of the story is being left out elsewhere. That is why people send us information in the first place. Not for clicks. Not for credit. However, they believe the public deserves better.

Inside Sources Exist for a Reason

From time to time, we receive tips from inside the system. These sources include teachers, parents, employees, and even past board members. When they reach out, it is usually because they believe the whole truth is not being shared. We protect these sources because they are often risking something just by coming forward.

We have also been fortunate to receive help from local professionals. Attorneys in town and other subject matter experts have been generous with their time, their insights, and their access to information that we do not have. Without that support, many of our stories would not be possible.

And yes, sometimes we get something a little off. It happens. But overall, our track record has been solid. We have shelved numerous stories because something just didn’t feel right. We did not have that missing piece. And if we are not confident in the story, we do not run it.

The Era of Unchecked Narratives Is Over

There was a time in East Brunswick when specific platforms could say whatever they wanted, and no one would challenge it. That time is over. The public is paying attention now. People want details. They want transparency. And they want accountability. When someone distorts the truth or omits crucial facts, we step in.

We did not want to write this post. We are not here for drama. But sometimes silence gets mistaken for guilt. And we are not guilty of anything other than doing the work.

Eyes on EB is not here for attention. We are here because the community needed something different.

And One Last Thing

Let us be clear. The recent public shots did not come from the outgoing editor herself. They came from someone close to her. A supporter. Maybe a friend. That matters.

If posting about someone’s departure and warning others to be careful about unnamed “reporters” makes you feel better, so be it. But let’s be honest. That kind of behavior is not about journalism. It is about control. It is about needing to feel important.

It resembles a real condition. Something like narrative control fatigue. Or storyline relevance syndrome. We are not here to diagnose anyone. We are committed to continuing our work.

We will continue to cover the stories that matter. We will continue to tell the whole truth, not the convenient version. And we will continue to stand up for the people who expect more from their local media.

The people built eyes on EB. It will continue to serve the people. Whether sure folks like it or not.

? EAST BRUNSWICK, NJ — Let the Games Begin

It’s July 1st, and you can already feel it — the slight rumble in the distance, the dog trembling under the coffee table, the baby monitor lighting up like Times Square…

That’s right. The Fireworks People are back.

You know them — every neighborhood has at least one. Let’s just call them “The Backyard Blasters.” These are the folks who, starting July 1st and peaking somewhere around July 6th, take it upon themselves to provide an unofficial, unsanctioned, and totally over-the-top fireworks show for the entire block — whether you want it or not.

But before we get to them, let’s talk about the official event that won’t land anyone in hot water with the fire department.

? The Town’s Fireworks Celebration

East Brunswick’s official Fourth of July celebration will be held on Friday, July 5th, at the Community Arts Center (721 Cranbury Rd). Festivities begin at 6 p.m., including:

• Food trucks

• Children’s entertainers

• Live music from Patrick Bamburak at 6:30 p.m.

• The East Brunswick Symphony Orchestra at 8:00 p.m.

• And a beautiful fireworks display at 9:30 p.m.

This is the one you can bring your family to without setting off three car alarms and a Facebook war.

But… Back to the Backyard Blasters

Let’s not pretend this is just a one-night thing.

Starting tonight — and definitely tomorrow — random pops, bangs, and what in the world was that? moments will echo from Milltown to Spotswood. And just like that, the Backyard Blasters will make their presence known.

Cue the annual tradition of community group chaos:

• “Who is setting off fireworks at 8:45?!”

• “My dog is traumatized!!”

• “This is America — grow up.”

• “Not everyone is celebrating. Some people suffer.”

• “It’s once a year. Relax.”

• “I’m calling the cops. Again.”

The real fireworks don’t start at 9:30 p.m. They start online, and they come in comment threads 87 replies deep with four edits, two deleted posts, and one person who accidentally tags their dentist instead of the mayor.

A Few Notes Before the Madness

Look, we all want to celebrate. Some prefer to do it with glow sticks and patriotic playlists. Others prefer lighting mortars on a slanted driveway with a lighter they bought in 2004.

If you’re a proud Backyard Blaster:

• Try not to launch anything over the neighbor’s fence

• Maybe stop by 10 p.m.? Just a thought.

• And please — no fireworks battles in the middle of Ryders Lane. We tried that in 2019. It didn’t end well.

See You Friday… and Probably in the Comment Section

Whether you head out to the Community Arts Center or enjoy a front-row seat from your lawn chair, we hope you have a safe, fun, and slightly less dramatic than usual Fourth of July.

And to the Backyard Blasters — please go easy this year. Our dogs are begging you.

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A Routine Vote with Unspoken Stakes

Tonight, the East Brunswick Board of Education plans to fill a vacant seat. On the surface, it’s just interviews followed by a vote. But for those paying attention, something about this moment feels different.

A few days ago, one applicant shared that he had been quietly dismissed as “unqualified.” Then the post vanished. No explanation. No follow-up. The Board stayed silent while the community began to whisper.

There’s also quiet talk about another candidate — someone with a personal connection to the Board president. It’s not exactly confirmed, but not exactly denied either. The kind of relationship people don’t say much about, even though most know it’s there. It hangs in the air like smoke from a recently lit match.

Closed Doors, Quiet Decisions

Tonight’s plan is straightforward. Interviews will be public, but once they’re done, the Board will head into a closed session. They’ll return hours later, call a vote, and announce a decision — with no visible discussion or debate.

That’s not how trust grows. That’s how it slips away.

This moment is bigger than a single seat. It’s about whether the public sees the process as fair. It’s about whether those in power value transparency — or prefer convenience.

If you tune in tonight, don’t just listen to what’s said. Pay attention to what isn’t. Watch the silences. That’s where the real story lives.

Let’s face it—nothing brings East Brunswick together quite like… loud, irritating neighbors and the endless debate about whether calling the police makes you a good citizen or a full-blown Karen.

On June 26, K.T. posed a now-familiar question:

“What exactly needs to happen for this town to take noise complaints, or really any complaints, seriously?”

A valid question. Followed by an explosion—no, not of fireworks, but of community comments, sarcasm, and a few residents offering tips that might double as low-budget legal advice.

The Frustrated Neighbors

These are the folks who can’t sleep through the cacophony of 10 p.m. backyard fireworks, basketball at 1 a.m., or the inexplicable Tuesday night car concerts.

J.S. wasn’t having it:

“Should I tell my 3-year-old it’s just a few noises at 10pm, go back to sleep because we all gotta get up at 7am?”

Meanwhile, C.S. casually dropped a plot twist from an entirely different genre:

“Then the SWAT team came and arrested him for sending illegal gun parts in the mail.”

Well, that escalated. And it also might explain why the fireworks guy doesn’t respond to a friendly wave and a cookie plate.

The ‘Deal With It’ Crowd

Some residents, like D.S., suggest taking it to court or investing in a decibel meter before involving law enforcement.

“Not everyone is going to conform to your sense of obeying the law.”

Fair enough. But should the neighborhood sound like Mad Max: Suburbia after 10 p.m.? Is “personal freedom” the right hill to fire Roman candles from?

J.B. argued:

“You can wait 10 minutes for him to run out of fireworks… just wear headphones.”

A practical tip or a sign of societal collapse? Discuss amongst yourselves.

The ‘Both Things Can Be True’ Dilemma

Yes, ground fireworks are legal in New Jersey.
No, that doesn’t mean you should fire them off 15 feet from your neighbor’s nursery window.

Yes, calling the cops on your neighbors can feel petty.
No, it doesn’t mean you’re wrong for wanting a few hours of peace.

Yes, noise ordinances exist.
No, it doesn’t seem like anyone is enforcing them unless a SWAT team gets involved.

So… What Now?

• Should EB PD treat noise violations like real issues instead of summer background music?

• Should residents invest in home soundproofing or bulk-order Xanax?

• Should towns install “designated firework zones” like they do with dog parks?

• And seriously, is it time to start rating neighbors like Uber drivers?

One thing’s clear—EB residents aren’t short on opinions, sarcasm, or stories that take sudden left turns into criminal activity.

And in case you’re wondering if K.T. is still trying to be nice about it, she clarified:

“I may not be ancient, but I don’t recall spending my early twenties actively making life harder for everyone around me in the name of fun.”

At the end of the day, the question isn’t who’s right? It’s how loud can someone be before a town collectively snaps?

Final Thought

If someone told you to “fight fire with fire”… do they mean call code enforcement? Or start your own fireworks show in return? Asking for a friend.

Stay safe, EB. And keep it down—unless it’s this blog.
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If you’ve been on Route 18 North lately, congratulations — you’ve passed the patience test of 2025. One lane open, cars backed up like it’s Black Friday at Circuit City, and every Facebook keyboard warrior suddenly earned their degree in civil engineering.

But while half the town is shouting, “Where are the workers?!,” a few brilliant voices — people like J.T., L.O., and D.S. — are out here dropping logic bombs like it’s their side hustle.

The Cones Are Up, But the Brains Are Down

Let’s be real. Most of the folks ranting online haven’t had a hard day of physical labor in their life. They think a “tough day” means their iced latte came with oat milk instead of almond and their Zoom call buffered once. Brutal.

Meanwhile, the people who actually know what it means to work in 95-degree heat are saying, “Hey, maybe don’t drop from heatstroke while paving asphalt.” But nah, some of y’all are out here losing your minds over five extra minutes in traffic like you’re on your way to deliver a kidney.

Shoutout to the Real Ones

People like J.T. are standing up for the workers. L.O. is reminding the crowd that there are actual guidelines for heat and rest breaks. D.S. is out here sharing his own stories of working in brutal heat and needing to cool off to avoid ending up in the ER. These are the folks showing empathy, not entitlement.

And then there’s that classic, “I didn’t see anyone working” argument. Right, because if you didn’t see it, it didn’t happen. Makes perfect sense. Maybe they were working while you were on your third Chick-fil-A run of the day.

Let’s Use Our Heads (And Maybe Some Sunscreen)

Look, we all hate traffic. But yelling into the void because a construction crew isn’t melting on a highway just to satisfy your road rage? Not it.

Maybe, just maybe, the people defending the workers — the ones who understand safety, timing, staging, and the heat index — are the voices we should be listening to.

Or we could keep pretending we’re all experts because we once watched a guy fix a pothole on TikTok. Either way, we’ll be here to keep the cones company.

? Got thoughts? Drop them in the comments, but if you’ve never sweat through your socks before 9 a.m., maybe sit this one out.

Eyes on EB — we see you, we hear you, we honk behind you.

Water Wars and Window Woes

When summer starts early and parenting ends abruptly…

It was a sunny Tuesday in East Brunswick, but for V.D., it felt more like the opening scene of a low-budget disaster movie — one where the enemy forces are teenage boys with ski masks, water guns, and absolutely zero chill.

“Whoever can claim these little aholes as their own, please do better!”
– V.D., 8 months pregnant and officially done with everyone’s nonsense

According to multiple eyewitnesses (and about 94 Facebook comments), the youth of EB decided to bring their chaotic brand of fun to local businesses — armed with pool noodles, balloons, and what one commenter called “faces of evil and backpacks of doom.”

M.W., who clearly misses the EB of yesteryear, solemnly declared:

“Never thought East Brunswick would come to this.”

And just like that, nostalgia was weaponized.

Meanwhile, P.A. added a prophetic twist:

“Just wait till the rest of the apartments are finished.”

C.S. (rising contributor and rising sarcasm expert) shot back:

“These guys are working on a security deposit then ?”

Somewhere between the puddles and profanity, C.F. decided EB was on its way to becoming New Brunswick’s little cousin — minus the college degrees and with twice the entitlement.

Oh, and let’s not forget the concerned citizens with the subtle commentary:

“They look sketchy. One has a mask.”
– B.H., now a licensed sketch detector

“Definitely planning a smash and grab.”
– M.W., still coping

“Call the police!”
– Literally everyone, except maybe S.C.W., who saw joy in the chaos

S.C.W. bravely stepped in with a lighter take:

“I see kids out of school with their backpacks having some fun. Everyone lighten up.”

Cue T.S.B., who wasn’t having it:

“I guess you missed the part about slamming the door on a pregnant woman and calling her the N-word.”

Yeah… that escalated faster than a water balloon to the face.

Some residents tried to make sense of it all, suggesting it was part of the annual “Senior Assassin” game. But then came the corrections:

“That ended weeks ago.”
“It’s not even water guns — EB uses balloons.”
“I have a senior, and they’re too busy studying for finals (and scrolling TikTok).”

Eventually, V.D. returned to clear the air:

“They were running in and out of businesses throwing napkins all over the lot, screaming disgusting words, disrespecting people, and being completely obnoxious with no regard for anyone but themselves.”

So no, Karen, this wasn’t just innocent “teen fun.” This was a one-star Yelp experience with a side of racial slurs and property damage.

Is it just the kids? Or is it the construction? Or is it all downhill after Five Below?

As one commenter put it:

“East Brunswick was such a beautiful town when we moved here 54 years ago.”

It sure was, C.S.B. And now… it’s a $3,000-a-month apartment complex with front-row views of Aqua Anarchy and Parking Lot Mayhem.

? The real question: Will anything change?
Or will the next wave of mask-wearing teens come equipped with Super Soakers, Bluetooth speakers, and emotional detachment?

Only time — and maybe some good old-fashioned parenting — will tell.

? In the wild suburban ecosystem of East Brunswick, where front lawns are sacred and garbage pickup is more controversial than town council meetings, a new threat emerged: a bald-faced hornet nest hanging ominously over one resident’s yard.

When N.G. posted a simple request—“Looking for a quote to get rid of this ASAP”—she did not expect to ignite a firestorm of entomological passion, home remedy strategies, and full-on suburban warfare. Welcome to East Brunswick Beehive-Gate 2025.

? Team Nature: The Pollinator Preachers

First to arrive was J.C., wielding emojis and moral high ground:

“A nest full of pollinators. It would bee great if they weren’t killed.”

J.C. is the type who composts banana peels, names squirrels, and probably yells “coexist” at roadkill. But let’s be honest—he meant well.

A.Z. clapped back with precision:

“It would ? even greater if it hung from your house.”
This is the digital equivalent of telling someone to mind their own hive.

? The Waspsplainers

Then came the Suburban Swarm Squad™, full of random bug facts and half-correct ID attempts:

• M.A. confidently declared they were bald-faced hornets.

• D.C. Sr. took it up a notch:

  “They’re little assholes with wings.”
  Scientific journal pending.

Meanwhile, B.M. chimed in from the middle ground, as every good Facebook biologist should:

“They are aggressive. But they are, in fact, pollinators.”

Sure, maybe. But also, maybe not the type you invite to brunch.

? The DIY Daredevils

Why hire a pro when you have YouTube, hornet spray, and a death wish?

• M.S. brought the $10 solution: spray it at night.

• A.U. went full caveman:

  “Threw a stick at it. Ran into house. Sprayed hose next day.”
  And lived to tell the tale.

• A.M. offered the Wiffle bat method, which sounds like an old backyard legend that ends in swelling and regret.

Let’s not forget J.T.’s Rambo-style recommendation:

“Grab a partner and four cans. One in each hand. Blast it at night. Have a clear path.”
This isn’t pest control—it’s a Call of Duty mission.

? The Professionals (and Almost-Professionals)

• D.C. Sr. circled back in business mode:

  “If you still need it removed, I do this professionally.”
  Translation: “You owe me for all this content.”

• Multiple others tossed out names like Bowco, Anchor Pest, Capitol Exterminating—though no one agreed on a clear winner. Just like every election in town.

? The Resolution

Hours of swarming comments later, N.G. declared victory:

“It’s gone! They tried to build another and those were killed too.”

She even sprayed the ladder. That’s what we call East Brunswick energy—leave no surface unsprayed.

Final Thoughts

Some say the hornets were misunderstood. Others say they were just jerks. But in true East Brunswick fashion, what started as a simple “Who do I call?” turned into a 72-comment documentary series.

And while the nest is gone, the sting of those comments will live forever.

? Have your own suburban saga or pest-related PTSD? Drop it in the comments or message us privately. We’re building a database for the next swarm.

?? Next up on Eyes on EB: “Mold, Microwaves, and Mismanagement: A Story of School Cafeterias and Broken Trust.”