There always were others. A movie once had given me nightmares for days: one garden Argiope spider could give birth to 1400 offspring.
This one had been beautiful. Her glistening, coal black prosoma and eight pedipalps. The silken glowing yellow strips on her abdomen. She was gorgeous- even elegant- to watch as she wove her intricate web in the corner on my garden by my bedroom window.
But then yesterday, she had disappeared.
I had hated to crush her- she was a mother. But she had found her way in through the air conditioning duct.
Now, where were the others?
Written for Saturday Photo Prompt: Requirements: The Photo Prompt and 100 words.