The venom hung to the black spider’s fangs, just before it bit down on the encapsulated prey. It moved automatically and with pure instinct. There was nothing in its mind to convince it otherwise. It felt the strong tug of the web, and quickly made its way to begin the feast. It paid no attention to the size or lack of fight. The web had worked and now it was time to reap the rewards. A quic...
“Homie, I’m calling the cops.” Quickly standing, I woke in the morning sun. The Zoo was a disgusting place to sleep but the giraffe exhibit was lofty enough to provide some relief from smells, but not curious long purple tongues. I gathered some loose lettuce from the ground and gave some to the long necked licker. Best make some friends now if I’m supposed to find a way to live here forever. ...