things move around

Saw one new species today. Took the following entomological notes:

It was five or six inches long, the colour of snot, stiff and knobly. I sure as hell wasn’t going to fuck with it. It was inching v e r y s l o w l y across the concrete, like a glutinous spillage from a Gotham chemical plant. It glistened horrifically as a stray sunbeam struck it by mistake, this nightmare creature, this mutant fluke of evolution. Probably never-before seen by the human eye and probably never to be recoiled-at again. You should believe me, despite the lack of photo - new species, monsters, abominable and beautiful lifeforms are getting churned out of the evo-mincer all the time*. And they keep dying out just as quickly, because they have no feet, or no brain, or no genitals, or just aren’t cool enough, or whatever**. But one day, one will be born which has feet, hundreds of them, perhaps, and is snot-green and shit-brown, and is indestructible by all modern means, and it will proliferate, and eat people in their sleep, starting with the vagrants and disposessed, and the meek and curious, and it will have genitals, supsersized multi-active ones, continuously and obliviously replicating, and spawning more mutations, and more refined and more sickening fractals of evolution. But that’s in the future. Today I stepped gingerly over the stickysnotttysnottystick vulgaris, and left it to dissolve in some toxic biomelt, or be eaten by seagulls, or a toddler, or a mutt, and hurried because I was a little late for work.

*especially around here.
**sadly not so much around here.