[She] was awakened in the middle of the night by the strangest sounds. Clicking sounds. Scuttling sounds. "Hello," said a tiny voice. ... With trembling fingers, Miss Millie reached for the solar lamp on her table, flicked it on. Hundreds of tiny silver spiders scuttled across her ceiling, over the furniture, on the floor. On the thinnest gossamer chain, a single spider inched down to dangle in front of Miss Millie's shocked, white face. It had three emerald eyes, slightly off-kilter. "Hello?" it said. Miss Millie screamed.