The carapaces crunched as he stepped on the insects. Crossing the floor had become difficult, unless you happened to like the crunching sound, which, as it happened, Walter immensely enjoyed. Having to clean off the soles of his shoes and the smell, not so much. Things started to get bad after the electricity went out and all the food in the fridge went bad, but that was nothing compared to the fire that pretty much gutted the place and left huge holes in the walls. That’s when the insects moved in like they’d received a three-month rent holiday with no damage deposit; and they brought all of their friends along for the party.