Insectópolis
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Por eso nadie se extrañó cuando un día las hormigas salieron del jardín y entraron a las casas y como si se estuvieran preparando para una batalla, se atrincheraron detrás de los objetos. Tal vez la nube de moscas pudo ser una señal, pero todos culparon a la falta de aseo:
_Hay mucha basura. Y si hay basura hay moscas y cucarachas - dijeron y así fue como tampoco se les hizo extraño la proliferación de chiripas y cucarachas dentro de las casas como si asistieran a un concierto.
_Hay que echarles insecticidas para que mueran o para espantarlos - fue la simple solución.
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Pero los insectos habían tenido toda una vida observándolos, conociendo sus costumbres y debilidades. Habían esperado aquel momento en el que pudieran poner en práctica lo aprendido y no serían los conocidos insecticidas los que podrían con ellos.
Entonces, a la vez, millones de insectos salieron de sus escondites, como si alguien hubiese sonado una gran campana para ello. Hormigas locas y amarillas, moscas multicolores, chiripas y grillos, cucarachas voladoras, todos los insectos posibles.
Los humanos aterrorizados salieron corriendo hacia todos lados, mientras que los insectos se miraban entre ellos. Efectivamente, los humanos eran grandes criaturas, pero llenos de miedo.
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Insectopolis
Nobody knew the exact day they appeared. Perhaps they had spent a lifetime arriving at houses, one or two at a time, to go unnoticed and not to arouse fear. Some humans had seen them especially at night, when they had turned on the light, and one of them had run across the kitchen floor. They had also seen them flying around some crumbs, a pegoste, some leftover food. Or in the garden, climbing the branches of the trees in a big single file. Deep down, everyone had become accustomed to living with insects.
That's why no one was surprised when one day the ants came out of the garden and entered the houses and, as if preparing for battle, barricaded themselves behind objects. Perhaps the cloud of flies could have been a sign, but everyone blamed the lack of cleanliness:
There is a lot of garbage. And if there is garbage, there are flies and cockroaches - they said, and that was how the proliferation of flies and cockroaches inside the houses as if they were attending a concert did not seem strange to them either.
Insecticides should be sprayed on them to kill them or scare them away - was the simple solution.
But the insects had spent a lifetime observing them, knowing their habits and weaknesses. They had waited for that moment when they could put what they had learned into practice and it would not be the familiar insecticides that would get the better of them.
Then, at once, millions of insects came out of their hiding places, as if someone had rung a big bell for it. Crazy and yellow ants, multicolored flies, flukes and crickets, flying cockroaches, every possible insect. The terrified humans ran away in terror, while the insects looked at each other. Indeed, the humans were great creatures, but full of fear.