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I was in the little local zoo when the spiders came. All red metal, clicking and shifting - robots or aliens, we'll never know. They descended down on sweet, sticky thread; each must be attached to some solid satellite outside vision. I saw one on the freeway, crawling over cars as the choir of horns screamed uselessly. It was slightly bigger than the big-rig trucks, and it moved quickly.
"Oh," said one of them apologetically, "We were only going to harvest a few humans. A small handful, to make you all into candy. But you're just too delicious."
I am not sure if that was meant to be a compliment, but I found it threatening.
Eventually, there was no polite way to get them to leave. We had to insist. Everyone at the zoo felt rude about it, but it was necessary. They crawled back on their sweet candy threads, leaving the sugarsilk behind as some kind of passive-aggressive apology.
The rules change when a monster is present.
What I'm scared about is this: will we start rolling up newspapers to use against each other?
"Oh," said one of them apologetically, "We were only going to harvest a few humans. A small handful, to make you all into candy. But you're just too delicious."
I am not sure if that was meant to be a compliment, but I found it threatening.
Eventually, there was no polite way to get them to leave. We had to insist. Everyone at the zoo felt rude about it, but it was necessary. They crawled back on their sweet candy threads, leaving the sugarsilk behind as some kind of passive-aggressive apology.
The rules change when a monster is present.
What I'm scared about is this: will we start rolling up newspapers to use against each other?
