Mygalomorphae

YEE The sidewalk was cracked and breaking. I watched as the bus went around the corner, and I was alone. I knew that I was being watched. The spider was always watching. Everywhere I went I knew that the spider was there. Sometimes I saw it, sometimes I didn’t. It was a big tarantula like thing with hairy legs, and big sharp pincers. I had no idea what it wanted, but I knew I didn’t want to find out. I had asked my mom once if she had ever seen the spider too, and her reply was, “It’s just your