Chapter 1 in the nest, I already saw her in days. From that day on the lake, west of the city. We were there on a whim, an idea to its final minutes in search of a quiet place for our nature walks. The area around the lake and swamp full of biting insects and generally difficult to move in. It was perfect. Armed to the teeth with insect repellent and rubber boots to the hip and networks for head and neck, I thought I had everything covered. Turns out we did not. How would we know? You now have an inside and none of us knows what it do.Let to start at the beginning. It was a beautiful day, not too hot nor too cold. Sun was, but the fluffy white clouds kept on a leash to the Sun so couldnt get out of hand. We intend to reach the northern marshes, where an old lane wound its way to the edge of wetlands. No evidence of why he's gone. A rotten old foundations of all buildings, nor had any utility structure needed to go. It was just a job that never ended for no apparent reason. We did not care too much about why, whenever we got where we wanted to go, what they did. We entered and found ourselves immediately to the hips in the mud. It took time and care to solve the shallowest places to wade. It was a challenge that both were immediately enthusiastic. The place was full of small life forms. Frogs and snakes swimming and slipped over the place. Some of them were pretty big. None of us are squeamish about such things, but some of the big snakes give us pause. There were birds flying around the trees, but not as much as I would have thought. Above all the crows and the like. Mosquitoes can be mistaken for small birds. They were huge! The hip-waders and nets and rubber gloves complete the arm, mosquitoes had their eyes on the blood elsewhere. The trip through the swamp of the lake was beautiful. Both my girlfriend and I were in heaven, while navigating a road through the swamp. The lagoon, let me tell you, was beautiful. Even if your not the one normally can not associate the words and the beautiful lake together, so it would have. It was a bit of time out of time. The water was clear and smooth. No sound but a few ducks and geese and the croaking of frogs and toads many. Nothing that modern touch instead. The coast is full of tall grasses and marsh plants and occasionally firing half of the dead trees. We were able to walk around the perimeter of the lagoon, as it was shallow enough to do that. It was while walking around the lake when we were a small building that was well hidden in the tall grass and grouping of dead trees. It was not until we were almost at the top of the case before it was visible. What a price! Or so we thought. The day was exploring the exploration, so we did. We entered the building. I would like than ever. The building was old and decrepit. The rotten wood was dangerous to walk. It was more than a hut and everything that was on stilts. Mold and moss growing on the walls and floor and ceiling. Many of the wooden floors had been removed, chewed through the wood eating insects. There was one room with no windows. The light came from the many holes in the walls and roof collapsed. You expect to find cobwebs scattered everywhere, but there was a silk thread that I could see. There were some mounds furious, some rather small left overs of dead animals. Probably, the rats, but some were large enough to be beavers. We couldnt move much in the room, because none of us want to risk through the floor and possibly a boat or worse RIP. Without much to discover, that went out and when he saw a nest that was hidden from our eyes when we arrived. It was a very unusual looking thing. Sort of like a nest of wasps, but wider and longer and it was green. It was in the corner behind the door and went halfway to the ceiling to the floor. It was dripping a sticky substance thickness of the earth, where it was opened and left a puddle that covered the floor in that corner. She put her hands on the outside of the. I told him not to touch them and told me to relax and let your contact. He picked up the gauntlet as he wanted to feel his skin. Oh man, I wish to insist she did more to start that stupid glove. When touched, and pulled him down. From a small hole somewhere in the top, you could not see an opening, brown-green substance was spilled and fell on his hand. She pulled away, but not fast enough. Holding his hand and