What if…

…you discovered a lost civilization?

Well, I don’t want to brag but I can tell you exactly what I would do because as it happens, I do have experience in this field.

   I stumbled upon a lost society, when I finally commenced the long promised clear out of all the junk we accumulated and stored in our garage. They didn’t notice me and I was able to sneak really close. I was literally looking inside their round-shaped dwellings. As I observed them, I realised they don’t have eyes and therefore can’t see me. This gave me a boost of confidence and I began researching these creatures with the utmost seriousness of an amateur science enthusiast.

    They appeared to be having a heated argument, you could see the different fractions and attacks at each other. They differed in colour though not much as they were all kind of yellowy grey and green, the strongest parts blackened but still clearly of the same family. To be quite honest, they were rather ugly with their fluffy miniature tentacles reaching and spawning out farther. And they were noisy, not loud noisy but boisterous noisy and their living standards were fairly low, not to mention their behaviour. Definitely not appropriate for apparently advanced civilization. After some time I could make out what the argument was about as they spoke a simple language and used only limited vocabulary. There was a vote being challenged about abandonment of patriarchal system and a debate about pros and cos of establishing a democracy at the same time. And possibly a brawl about a most suitable textiles and whether or not textiles are suitable environment for something.

   As I mentioned, they settled down in our garage, to be exact on the borders of the northern and eastern wall and the adjourning corner. The wall they possessed was the one with the leaking gutter outside.  Now when I’m thinking about it, what if they were not survivors of a lost civilization but  mere mutants? Who knows what hides in the gutter. Maybe I will find another community out there. Doesn’t matter. I would do exactly what I did with the folks inside. Decimate. Kill. Wipe out. My wife hated them. There were clear signs that they were planning a complete takeover of the area, and possibly the whole house. She was convinced their plan to slowly spread out over the walls and under the carpets, poisoning the air with their fumes and choke us in our sleep would work out if I hadn’t discovered them. I think she was right. I should check the gutter. I think I will need more bleach.

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