Summary

The woman ponders the supremacy of humanity over other forms of life, and she finds it strange and even horrible. The woman then considers her previous revulsion towards the bugs with her present sense of winder and reverence. She sees in the bugs’ body a sense of order and even divinity. She thinks of the cat killing the bugs. She thinks of the process as the bugs moving on from life into a state of immortality. The woman is generally grateful that she has overcome her sense of fear towards the bugs. However, she still has anxiety about her present fascination, as if she has been entrusted with a type of sacred mystery that could potentially make her an outcast among humanity. She thinks again of the anxiety of her daily duties, such as sewing, taking care of and cleaning up after the children...