She insists they’re not harmless and their name’s a deceitful fraud. My words of course but that’s what she means. She cries when she sees one and makes me kill it.
It baffled me; she’s not squeamish. Picks up earthworms and keeps still, patiently, if a bee lands on her.
It’s miserably unfair, she tells me, that they’re still here but the dinosaurs all died out. The balance of cosmic justice is all askew. I’m surprised she can even frame such concepts.
It bothered me so much I finally looked them up. And there it was.
Silverfish eat books.
I find it strange that most people consider dinosaurs the supreme emblem of failure. They ruled the earth for tens of million of years. We're still working on our second ten of thousands.