I found this spider in my back yard. I named him Moe. One day he started taunting me. Telling me how he would find out where I slept and lay eggs in my throat and spin a web in my brain. So I smashed him! The spider goo ran thick in the grass. I waited for the lightning bolt to strike and bring me the energy that Moe's life force contained. But the lightning never came.

I miss Moe.