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She had settled happily in the bathroom until some huge human emptied her chosen toothmug out of the window. Gnashing her fangs she re-entered the house via the disused (but still useful) catflap, thinking the kitchen bin would be safe and warm. But it appeared there was a weekly rubbish collection. The towel rail appeared not to provide much help in the way of camouflage and there was even, she thought, a photographic record. She had jumped, but... The pantry, warmer than outdoors, was secure from draughts. She reached her present size due to the summer heat and the specially directed rays; she wanted her offspring to have the same life chances. They were all hatched now, swinging crazily on long gossamer lines, some getting in the way of the door (sad but inevitable and there were plenty of siblings), some creeping into broken pointing in the old brick walls, ready to wax fat. There might not be many flies to eat but there would almost certainly be other spiders and a few silverfish. Maybe some small snails. A mouse or two. A couple of generations down the thread, who knew what worlds could be conquered? She grinned her anticipation.
