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They will come again, and when they do, the others will hide.

Mr. Brown will curl up in his hole in the eaves. The Wife in the crawlspace, and I'll be here, clutching my dear ones close. I'm wrapping my legs around them, and I can hear them fidget against the soft sac, their little tremors not unlike the desperate throes of flies, but warm, beautiful. It won't be long now. Now is the tender time. Soon I'll wear them on my back, and we can leave this place. But not yet. Not yet. Now is the time when a swift strike would kill them, and me with them. I will not leave.

I can't leave. I've hidden as well as I can. A small shadow between the braces under the mantel, where their lights don't penetrate. At least not yet.

Too much light. Too many sounds. They come with their sounds, with their fangs at the ends of their legs, shooting explosions into the walls, toppling everything. They are giants. They grumble at each other, tear up the floors, rip down the lights. Destroy everything that has stood for years. Stupid, loud, lumbering beasts with death in their hands.

I've heard the stories. Passed down from the others who have remained. We've always been here, generation after generation, thousands of precious sacs like the one between my legs. Hundreds of mothers, still with fear.

I've never known them, but I understand them. They were just like me. I will not leave my children. I'll die with them.

The dark time is ending. Gentle moon and quiet dark gives way to hated sun, sharp knives of light between the flapping tarps the giants have erected. They will arrive soon. I can feel the vibrations in what remains of the walls. Mr. Brown scurries toward his hole. The Wife skitters to her place inside the bones of our home.

I want to join them, but I won't.

The giants are here. I can feel the thunder of the things they ride to war. I can feel their massive footfalls outside the walls. The tarps jerk aside, and they storm in, weapons ready, shearing precious darkness with their beams of light.

One speaks, if you can call it speech, howling moans from forced air. They sound like pitiful ghosts.

"Yep, you've got a problem, all right. Get it cleared up soon before the inspector comes."

I have yet to meet any Inspector. They have said the name with reverence and dread. Perhaps the Inspector might see reason, see the damage the giants have done, and have mercy on our home.

The one who spoke about the Inspector leaves, but comes back. With tools.

He searches the walls, and hisses into them.

I don't feel Mr. Brown's tremors anymore.

He searches the crawlspace. He hisses into it.

The Wife isn't scurrying anymore.

He eyes the mantel with the sunlight he carries. I clutch my charges; fold myself tight.

"Oh, DAMN. Look at that shit. They're about to pop, dude."

"Well clear 'em out. Jesus, they give me the creeps."

I will not leave my charges.

I pray the Inspector arrives in time.
They say that no matter where you are, you're never more than twenty feet from a spider.

This is for the Anthro Antics Contest run by the always-wonderful `ThornyEnglishRose
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Sympathy for a spider: Renovations is by Memnalar. ( Suggested by SilverInkblot and Featured by neurotype )
Shoeborn Featured By Owner Mar 29, 2014  Student General Artist
...okay, I'm not exactly a fan of spiders, but....poor Mr. Brown.
Memnalar Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2014
He got his, certainly.
LibbyKeppen Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
At first, I thought they were possums because of the babies clinging to them, but I see now how it's a spider.  Poor things. :(  Too cute and misunderstood, honestly.  I hope spiders and bees can survive, they're needed species.  I really loved this work, it's eye-opening.
Memnalar Featured By Owner Mar 28, 2014
That's an interesting way to look at it.  Thank you!
er49563 Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Student General Artist
I HATE ALL BUGS AND SPIDERS!!!!........But this was nice. c:
Memnalar Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014
Nobody's perfect.  :)  Thanks!
er49563 Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014  Student General Artist
;u; I guess
PoesDaughter Featured By Owner Mar 25, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Interesting. Creepy, but interesting. Typically, we're the ones afraid of the spider, but I like that you play on that saying: It's more afraid of you than you are of it. Your voice is strong, and you build suspense well. When I realized this story was about a spider, I almost abandoned it because I don't like them. I'm not afraid, I just dislike them (I was bitten by a brown recluse last year, in my house, interestingly enough). But the suspense hooked me in and I couldn't stop reading.

I think the most tragic part of it was the irony of having the spider pray for the inspector's help like he was a god, but in reality he would've been just as quick to destroy the egg sac. A subtle stroke of genius, that.

Just...bravo, my friend. A well-deserved DD :)
Memnalar Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014
I'm sorry about your brown recluse experience. That stuff is no joke.

Thank you very much for sticking with the story, and for your thoughts.  :)
PoesDaughter Featured By Owner Mar 26, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
It's all good. The recluse experience was fascinating, believe it or not.

You're welcome, it was my pleasure. :)
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