A tiny spider just skittered downward across the outside of my 11th floor window. It's a hot Texas day of 93f/37c. That's gotta hurt...didn't notice it wearing microscopic tennies or flip-flops. Did he/she start from the 42nd floor? Are they on their lunch hour? These and so many other questions fill my already cluttered noggin.
Shows and eye for detail. I recommend reading Poe's "The Imp of the Perverse" for a somewhat similar theme, albeit much more sinister. At least you put things in the right perspective, and have done a wonderful job with this.
Love-hate relationship with spiders ... love them because of how they fit in the scheme of nature ... creep me out when lower down from the ceiling on me ... nice write GW
I think much the same, LDF. The idea of one plummeting from the ceiling "Mission Impossible." style does freak me..."hey 'bout some spelunking in the wide open thunder cave below...mmmmm kinda minty."😁😯 Awesome comment, Merci beaucoup!