I walked downstairs, stomping each step as loud as I could.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll get it. Just a second.” I hit the landing, waited a moment, then stepped into the basement.
Flicking on the light, I noticed all the work that my wife had been asking me to do. There are old toys, dust bunnies, and threats to my feet littering the floor. Yeah, my weekend was full at the moment, but I wasn’t sure how long she’d let it go. At least one more week, right?
I stepped over the wooden trains and Legos, and faced the door to the HVAC. When it opened, I stretched up to pull the light on and folded my arms.
“Alright, ladies and gents, we had our fun, but we need to pull it back a bit,” he said confidently. The spiders spun on their webs and came close together forming a black octagon.
“We don’t mean any harm,” the spiders hummed together. I nodded my head.
“I know, but we talked about this before. You guys, people just…”
“Are scared of us?” one of them said.
“Yeah, but not everybody. I see the good you do. I just don’t want to see anyone get kicked outside. You know what I mean?” Again, the spiders shimmered together.
“OK, I’m going to stall her, but you all have about ten minutes to clean up,” I said. Not waiting for a response, I closed the door and headed back to the steps.
“I didn’t see anything,” I shouted upstairs. “Must be coming from the neighbors.”
