Tuesday morning, I walk into work, turn around, notice the big spider web hanging in the canopy, above the door outside. Wednesday morning, enter same door, walk into spider web, throw my hat off, sunglasses go flying on the floor, both lenses pop off, I get the heebee jeebees for a half hour, rubbing my arms and face, because it feels like I'm still full of webbing. Yeah, I'm not to find of them, yet I haven't torn down the web hanging from the lights on my machine.

Maybe your spiders can talk to my spiders about interior decorating, because their style is… very, very messy.