Wild Eyes

“I have drunk, and seen the spider.”
- William Shakespeare

Today was an ordinary day at the library...one or two noisy patrons...some kids who wanted me to do all their work for them...all in all, nothing special.

Except... (Isn't that always the case?)

I kept seeing something out of the corner of my eye, but every time I moved to look at it, it was gone.  It was like there was  a spider constantly trying to sneak up on me, but scuttling up his silk every time I turned.  Maybe I need to get my eye checked.  Or maybe I drank too much, like my friend The Bard.  If only :)