Just another day for me in the shower.
In the right hand corner is the wall where he lived, living his life, his way. The web was expansive and strong with carcasses of dead insects spread along the corners. A mosquito casually flew right into it, that curious little twat.
He came out casually as if someone knocked on his door and walked to the mosquito, following the vibrations which led to the struggling insect. When you’re caught in the web, you’re at the mercy of a merciless murderer. But Y’know, a spider’s gotta eat. The tired mosquito finally gave up, fate as you would call it isn’t in its favour. Chelicerae pierced the thin body, neurotoxin started sinking in and breakfast has been served.
Spider doesn’t give two fucks about anything; He eats and waits for another like a boss. The way other bugs fall into his trap is enthralling. I even saw him crawl on my hands a time or two before, I knew all he wanted was to get back home so we’re cool.
Why was I watching the spider instead of taking a shower?
Be like spider. Mind your fucking business.