Sandra was convinced that the spiders in her home had organized. Worse, they had an agenda. Naturally she didn’t tell anyone, she’d be immediately committed. Besides the spiders were probably watching her every move. Rather than mount some sort of military offensive that would drain her resources and leave her home a chemical wasteland, she opted for a diplomatic solution. She began with presents, dead flies, ants, aphids. The spiders were very responsive. She moved to tiny handwritten notes, which she’s not as sure about. She spends her days staring at the webs in her ceiling, looking for recognizable characters.