Deep in dirt, the earwig sleeps. Waiting for the night.

Some of her little hatchlings wake and scamper about, investigating the downtown smells and sights.


A baked bean spider peers down at them from the top of a skyscraper.

The earwig hatchlings scurry back to their mother and hide under her hard body.

She dreams of night and the small red worms and insect larvae she will pinch and paralyse up there in the top layer of the compost heap.