I haven't even gotten used to seeing them against the parquet. Blobs of white and tinges of yellow against the brown rectangular tiles made to shine thanks to my mom's incessant mopping. Now they are displayed as works of magnificence on the kitchen walls, waiting to be butchered. My home is turning into an abattoir with heaps of ashes reproducing in every corner. 

Now that it's been brought up again, I do remember how they look like against the parquet.