Something from her high school biology suddenly played back in Mary’s mind. Dust Mites are not parasitic and do not bite. Is that was indeed what they were she shouldn’t have to worry. Mary suddenly blinked at the memory of having briefly entered the microscopic realm as she had shrank and remembered seeing the same eight legged creatures at her feet.
Mary’s skin crawled briefly and she shuddered. But if these were dust mites there shouldn’t be a problem walking among them. They might ignore her.
Mary stepped off the stairs and into the fluff at her feet. As she had hoped, the mites paid her no mind at all and busied themselves with whatever mindless activity their hive was conducting. Several brushed against her ankle and Mary shuddered. This was too weird and surreal for words.
Slowly Mary tiptoed over the multitude of spider-like creatures and into the living room. There, still sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the living room was the box of vials. On the carpet of her living room there were easily hundreds of the tiny creatures scrambling about. It made Mary sick. She stepped over the hoard and climbed up on the coffee table feeling distinctly icky.