A giant brown spider left its molting hanging outside the back door, which was adjacent to the refrigerator. Every time Travis opened the fridge, he could not stop but glance at what was a seemingly unnatural occurrence in nature. He tried opening and slamming the back door to see if its exoskeleton would gently slip into the wind toward the woods. But each time he slammed the door, the giant thing hung more closely to the window. He decided to toss a cup of water into the direction, thinking maybe it would slip down, but as soon as the water hit the glass, eight cold, hairy legs fell down upon his arm. The owner of the carcus faced him with eight beady eyes before latching onto his skin. Everything went black for a few seconds, as he questioned what just happened. A needle began traveling up his arm, cutting through his tissues--cold, sharp, spreading. He had never seen this North Carolina woods spider with big brown hunches and silvery course hairs. What kind of spider molts?
Regaining his senses while releasing some profanity, Travis flung the spider right into the kitchen where it landed into the sink. He desperately used the sink water sprayer until it flattened into the drain. He tore six paper towels and courageously pushed them into the drain hoping to scoop or scrape the damn thing away; a twisted mess of brown and black goo dismissed for its intrusion. Life for that spider met him at all three stages. Travis fell to the floor to fetal pose, his arm stiff, his neck freezing each second. Make that four stages.
