I met them while sitting on the toilet.
I saved them, after I finished wiping
and…did I wash my hands?
They had fallen into an ingenious trap.
Called by the darkness, the damp.
They stumbled in so easy,
but the way out was slick
and I flicked the switch.
I observed their failures,
as they scrambled and fell,
over and over and over,
their long legs flailing.
Only when they settled into a corner to die,
did I throw them a towel.
They ran right over,
desperate for the exit.
I left them in darkness,
thinking how alike we are in our panic
I called them Dave,
and they hung up on the ceiling a while,
before ensnaring themselves again.
Yes, we are the same.