I’m small. Just a little thing resting on your shoulder. I crawl around the back of your neck when you see a vacant web in your house, and I get bigger. The fear feeds me and I grow bigger. I grow and grow and grow. I jump back and loom over you like a dark cloud, but I’m still growing. My silk attaches itself to your arms, legs, and body, connecting you to my eight legs. The fear now strengthens my silk; strengthens my hold on you. I’m in control now.