It was spring. A house, surrounded by a forests beauty, shrouded in greenery, sat tranquil in the warm air. Butterflies danced lazily about, hopping from flower to flower for their sweet nectar. Vines that crept up the old structures walls of the house bloomed beautiful, white flowers. Birds twittered in the air. The world was alive; outside and inside. There was no car in the driveway. The owners of the house were out for a picnic this lovely afternoon. This meant the beings indoors were at their liveliest, traversing through open rooms, setting up gadgets to climb the surfaces they found towering, and collecting bits and crumbs of food while they had the chance. When the house was empty was when they were most free.