- Date
- (at 29)
- Size
- Medium
- Colors
- Black
- Surface
- WoodSkin
- Underside
- Nightmares
A whole colony of them absolutely TERRORIZED us for the few years we lived at our last house in France, because they had settled in the entire facade-wide crevice between our porch and the house, AKA right above the door waiting whenever you went in or out. They wouldn’t just stand there either, they’d actively come out of the fucking tunnels when we’d turn on the outside light, as if to signal that every time we passed through, it was because the biggest one of them all, Mother, had instructed its colony to allow us. For this time.

