window five

Dear Diary, today the eave elves brought me a bag of intestines! How did they know? I've always wanted a bag of intestines. These were dark gray and foamy.

Later that evening, the bag of intestines was gone, and instead there were a pair of pods clinging to the scaffolding. Egg sacs? Perhaps the intestines were not intestines after all, but larvae of some kind! I wonder what sort of urban industrial nightmare will hatch from them.