Friday Fictioneers — She Needs Glasses
Word count: 100
~~SHE NEEDS GLASSES~~
That idiot human has just demolished my home and scattered my babies to the wind. I’ve lived here forever, festooning the wing mirror on the passenger side of the car with webs built to ensnare a bountiful roadkill of gnats and resist a driving speed of 70 mph.
The Idiot isn’t car-proud and only washes her steel beast once or twice a year, at which time I reel in the main lines of my webs and retreat to safety behind the mirror cover casing.
My size makes me easy to overlook, but a giant brick pillar is quite another matter.