Hopefully people were too busy to notice the falling keys or the small number of bugs. I suspected it was crowded and busy out there, from what I had glimpsed when I was brought in. If people did notice, well, I was still getting arrested anyways, right?
Nothing to lose, I suppose, unless whatever the Protectorate higherups have in mind counts.
Getting the keys up onto the bed would be harder. I had the roaches put the keys beneath the bed, set them on the blanket, to start unraveling it. Ten sets of mandibles -eleven now, as another cockroach came from the air vent- each working at individual threads.
…are they making a rope to tie to the keychain?
I was torn between rushing this and doing it right. I had to convince myself that I wouldn’t be dragged off to jail in the next five or ten minutes. Probably.
It probably took that long to get a long enough piece of thread. One group of bugs set to looping the thread around the keychain, tying it into a firm knot, while the others brought it up the side of the bed, up my body, my arm, and to my hand.
I mean, if wires can make knots without even having a brain, why not roaches?
Once I had the thread in my fingers, I started winding it up around my fingers with a circular motion of my hands, reeling in the keys.
Skitter the fisherwoman.
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