»I am an entomologist

I had left a few bags destined for compost: kitchen trimmings, last week's flowers, spoiled leftovers. They sat out on the back stair while I was away for a few days, and when I returned to clean them up, they had grown the most fascinating collection of mold I have seen outside of a dorm 'fridge. The bags also supported a collection of insects that momentarily made me reconsider abiogenesis, which I learned to discount at my grandfather's non-Aristotelian knee. Out from one bag crawled a spider the size of my thumbnail; flies (fleas?) buzzed around the bags; earwigs, beetles, and worms trundled about. I stood transfixed for a moment, and then scooped up the bags and chucked them in to the green bin, where all of the grubby little critters will no doubt continue to party until their daddy takes their t-bird away.