...like late at night when I get the urge to clean out my room, and fold my clothes, and make my bed, and everything I move reveals a little black spider that screams too softly for my ears to hear, and I get out my spider catching cups to try to trap them each one by one, but they are masters at moving and preying and all they want to do is walk around undetected under the veil of night to set traps of their own, but sometimes I am persistent enough and successfully capture one or two of them alive and part my curtains, and crank open my window, and pull down my screen and drop them outside of my room and on the fresh soil so that there are less traps for me to stumble upon or into for that matter. I often wonder when they will be back.
I want to paint the world one beetle at a time and make a box of memories for them to live in.
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