Drabble: The Spider

In the shadows of her hole, her eight legs quivering with zeal, the spider felt the shaking webs. The food, she knew, the food was outside, scurrying outside. Louder now; must be closer. Her excited fangs dripped with venom in the darkness of her lair. Her many eyes, unblinking, unmoving, black as night, stared at the barren husks surrounding her. They fed her, but they were empty now. It was so loud, so close—she mustn’t, not too soon—now! The spider sprung, her forelegs ready to embrace her prey. Her fangs sank into a stick held by a human.