I could hear their voices before I found them in the small room at the front of the house. There must have been five or six of them there. It only took a moment to release the poison into the room and slam the door shut.
After a time, everything was quiet.
I went in to investigate. One of them was lying on her back, next to the wall. Something was coming out of her. I peered cautiously.
She wasn’t defaecating in her death struggle – she was giving birth. Pale, doomed, feebly moving things.
I’d have to kill them too, before they lived to carry on their parents’ work.
I used a tissue to put them in the bin. Argh, bloody flies.