Oh ho. What’s this? A delicious earthy whiff as a greeting; a decadent orgy of decay within.

I open the side door and drop to my knees in reverence. God it’s beautiful! A wriggling and wiggling mass of bodies: worms slip sliding and intertwining, an extended family of earwigs playing rough and tumble in an eggshell, slugs high fiving tentacles in an orgasm of delight; and who’s this? Mr Cockroach, you lucky duck, you’re in heaven aren’t you? My kitchen (your previous hangout) can...


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