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myrmepropagandist @futurebird@sauropods.win
activity timestamp 2 years ago
In the carpark near the beach in CT I discovered a group of isopods up to no good.

The pill bugs had formed a pentagram of beach trash, mostly delicate bones of birds & fish. It was about the size of a quarter. They kept adjusting it and adding to it as I watched, horrified, yet fascinated.

I was so engrossed in the mysterious antics of the little woodlice that I didn't even notice the man who'd joined me watching, until he spoke.

"Amazing aren't they?" He said, his voice deep, but warm. 1/18

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myrmepropagandist @futurebird@sauropods.win
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I startled at his voice, nearly dropping my purse. But, seeing him next to me, standing with the same stooped sowbug-watching posture I was able to find the thread of calm.

"Oh yes." I managed --but then felt obligated to add. "But something here is very abnormal."

The man had been focused on the roly polies, but now looked to me-- he was a plain man in a black suit with a black tie. He even wore a fedora.

A frown creased his pale face.
"You think something is wrong?" #story #writing 2/

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myrmepropagandist @futurebird@sauropods.win
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"Well, yes." I stammered a bit, something about the way he was looking at me was unsettling. "They *are* building a pentagram."

The man stood to his full height and took a deep breath of the sea air. Then with an exhale he said "A Ritual!"

"Well, yes." I agreed "Though, that is anthropomorphizing. We can't really know what it means to them."

"Any other day, you'd be perfectly correct." The man said, resuming watching the gramersows. "But, I happen to know exactly what they are doing." 3/

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myrmepropagandist @futurebird@sauropods.win
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"Oh." I laughed nervously. "Well what are they doing? I study Armadillidiidae! I'd love to know."

"A scientist!" he said this with the same gusto as "A Ritual!" The same smile-- a smile that, although creepy still seemed heartfelt, genuine.

"I will tell you what they are doing. You may think me mad but, I do know. These little cheesy bugs are summoning their God."

I did, in fact, think he was mad. But not in a bad way. "Do you know why they are summoning him?"

"her." He corrected.
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