A Spider Story Quick EpilogueWell, I am writing this from a very warm, somewhat squishy place somewhere inside an abdomen.
If that didn't tip you off about what happened next, here's the short version for now.
The pesticide smell that I kind of emphasized at the end? That was the spider. It had mutated the ability to manufacture and feed on the pesticide that had made it so large. It grew to...about...120 feet tall before it decided to stop. It seemed docile, almost friendly, even. Except when it sucked me up into here. It seems to like me in here.
Turns out it CAN shrink, if it stops feeding on the insecticide long enough.
Well...he's chittering at me again...time to see what he wants.
A Spider StoryWe've all heard of how the repeated use of pesticides will result in the creation of superbugs, right? Well...what if one day, this was taken literally?
My name is Andrew Hollender, and I have a problem. Well...a spider problem. You see, there is this spider that has been pestering me for days now. Traps dont work, and any pesticides I use only seem to make it more determined to annoy me. The worst part is, I know that is its goal.
I was browsing the internet, legs pulled up off the floor to stop the spider skittering up them, when an ad popped up. I normally would have just berated my popup blocker and clicked out, but this one advertised a pesticide. "Big Bad Bug Bomb". 'Solves all your problems in one big bomb. Safe for use in households with most domestic pets. Not safe for use with children under age 6.' I read aloud. I smiled, then looked for a price. Nine visible, I simply clicked "Get it Now". Upon doing so, a message saying "location obtained, package enroute" popped up.