After hanging up the phone, I checked my watch. It was break time. While some of my office co-workers stepped out for a smoke, others went to get coffee and a few sat at their desk reading the morning paper. As for myself, I sat at my desk. I leaned forward, rested my head on my arm and closed my eyes. Almost immediately I felt my mind drift.

Like a ghost, the spirit of my mind floated out of my body, then out of the building. I raced across the metropolitan city of Indianapolis at the speed of thought. With a bird’s eye view, I spotted my house and saw my wife’s car pulling out of the driveway. I dropped through the roof and into the spider’s glass cage. Delilah was asleep under the log. I felt her awaken as I merged with her mind. Her calm acceptance of me was like being with an old friend.

Immediately my spider body began to grow. I knocked the lid off the cage and crawled onto the carpeted floor where my proportions continued to expand. My monstrous growth took me to the size of a Great Dane. I heard a sound at the back door and made my way to an unlit hallway to wait.

The patience of the spider was calm and primitive. My human intelligence was submerged in an ocean of savage vengeance straining to be released. From the dark hallway, I heard the sounds of breaking glass and the opening of the back door. Frank entered, carrying on a conversation with no one in particular. Perhaps the sound of his own voice soothed and relaxed him.

Through the maddening senses of the spider, Frank’s voice was like fingernails down a chalk board to my hearing. The eight eyes of the spider saw his image as a horrible parody of life. His twisted form was an abomination that must not be allowed to live. I waited as he walked nearer to me, blindly unaware of my deadly presence.