A Final, Compassionate Thought
When I saw that first silverfish scuttle across my bathroom floor, I felt like I had failed as a human. I thought it meant I was dirty, or that my apartment was falling apart.
But that’s not what silverfish mean. They’re not a moral failing. They’re just ancient survivors doing what they’ve done for 300 million yearsโlooking for food, moisture, and shelter. They don’t care who owns the house. They just want to live.
Once I understood that, I stopped feeling grossed out and started feeling
