they're ernormous, I dont know how did they got here, but i love the dark as they love the light,when theres a dark they look horrible, then we all keep watch, everywhere they are, eating, resting but at these moments they are relaxed untill we apear. And the war begins, of course we are few, and we are small, they never kill with the help of their front limbs, always back ones, their front limbs are rather sensitive, and eyes are nasty, they are chasing us with an anger, untill finally catch us,and impossible to scud away from them, but they love solitude so much and they hate somebody to bother them, and when we play cards with mice, but not with them, then they begin a war, destroying killing us, lets be friends! we rattle, but they already dont hear us, they nothing hear, and when our hard-working friends ants bring home the corpses we mourn. We are used to mourn and we almost do nothing except mourning and playing cards with mice, while others say get out of this place as we did to empty spaces where they're absent, but i dont believe they are absent, there are plenty of them everywhere, my grandma told me that her great great granfather had moved there where they didnt exist and retold anybody who retold my grandma bye the way people speak about strange things , that there are few places where they dont exist, where many other beings live as small as we are and they are too unhappy with these who brattle everything, people say but i dont believe that. Today they have crushed my brother, i used to tell him when he was a little boy, appear in the daylight, when you are ready, but he told he had to feed little sister, who is hardly alive, i told him u will not bring up all hundred of sisters, c'est la vie, but he loved them so much.