Washed Away

Or maybe I shouldn't say only rain.  There are light mists of rain, such as barely make one damp.  And then, there are rains like that one, drops hurling from the skies like spears, hurling insects about like…

Oh.  Everyone was trying to get out of the open.

Places like my home, simple as it was.  A home without doors, without defenses, actually, without rooms.

Oh, man.  If a horde of ants moved in, I'd have to abandon the place.

Now, I had [Amphibian Lungs], so I didn't mind if the place flooded.  Actually, I could use some broad leaves, trap water in them, use them to store water…

I set the idea to the side when I realized the obstacles to making canteens out of leaves and spare twigs.  Actually, hollow out a decent sized twig, keep a decent sized piece for a cork…

No.  Focus.  Should I defend my home, or abandon it?  On the one hand, it was a quarter of my current lifespan.  On the other, it was only two days.  On the other…