The silent professional
No one ever chooses termites as their spirit a… eh… arthropod. Vaguely I wonder why this is.
The Termite. From deep within the structure of the house, the termite silently eats away at the wood, its armies patiently boring through beams and supports. The work goes unnoticed, but not the result.
I mean if you were going to pick a organism that epitomizes the work ethic of the silent professional… that stoically commits every single moment of its life to the complete the destruction of your domicile… although maybe mold is also supremely actuated towards your doom.
I find mold more frightening though. I have this paranoid imagining where I inhale some seemingly benign spore reaching for something under the kitchen sink. Soon after the chest pains start and then several days later they find me collapsed in the bathroom with a fungal explosion of button mushrooms erupting from my chest.
Not the way I’d hoped I’d bow out.
Maybe I should quickly self medicate with Lysol. Just to be sure.