odd that they leave corpses instead of husks. It makes sense, of course, physiologically; at their size, humans’ legs would snap beneath the weight of their shells.
They might have come from insects. They smile without expression. Curl into wafers. Fly into bikers’ mouths.
But of course they didn’t. Insects are biologically perfect.
For every person there is an Olympic-sized pool of bugs. Invertebrates are the masters of the planet.
Except for lobsters. They don’t seem to have it so good.