The House They Built

By: RDV



A little mouse was found dead behind the electric fan’s screen that morning. It had by some unique retardation fascinated itself with the gigantic device and the swishing sound it made. It was well-intentioned; it only wanted to play, while its savage parents embarked on a higher level of mission.

An earthworm leaked out of the running faucet soon after morning departed. It was a grim prognosis of many sicknesses. For this and several other reasons, many spigot filters had been ordered from the nearest hardware merchandise store and were forthwith installed on the gaping mouths of the leaks.

Behind the dangling pot holders, cockroaches mated, spawned and multiplied. Among the things they bred was grudge, black and malicious. In their feverish excitement to avenge their relatives against humans, they failed to credit the length of their antennas which protruded conspicuously behind their hiding place, attracting the worst danger. In a spell, the fresh emanation of Baygon sank them into heavenly intoxication.

And the lice feasted, the ticks celebrated, the ants partied right and left, taking ultimate delight in their convenient size. Before they ever tired of laughing the white poison of the termite killer drowned them in thousands and hundreds.

It was then the microscopic parasites regained their reign. The evolution had been reversed, at last.