This was then, two days ago.
This is now.
The spiders have gone through their final molt before emerging — each of those white blobs is the shed cuticle of one spider baby. They’ll be coming out soooooon. Even now as I watch them, I can see them twitching, like sleeping puppies dreaming of sucking the blood out of their prey.
If I die from the heat that has entered Sweden this weekend you can use my carcass to feed them.
Or you can shoot it out off a cannon into your supreme court.
How soon will your unholy army of the night be ready to unleash upon the world?
I assume like any mad scientist they all laughed at you at the university. But WHO’S LAUGHING NOW? BWA HA HA HA HA