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Spiders. Everywhere. In his bedroom.
The bugs had invaded his house lately, perhaps looking for shelter from the coming winter. Wilson had declared all-out war. He’d used bug spray, shoes, the vacuum cleaner… and they just kept coming. He had two of those “set off and leave” kind of bug bombs, in case things got out of hand.
“Time to go nuclear, you bastards.” Wilson tried to sit up, but thick layers of spider silk bound him to the bed. He cursed and struggled, trying to wriggle out from under the covers, but he was stuck.
Suppressing a scream, Wilson watched as hundreds—thousands—of spiders dropped or climbed onto the bed.
A weight on his feet. The queen had arrived.