I reached for an old copy of Mario Puzo's The Sicilian on the top shelf of my room earlier this afternoon, to quench my thirst for something to do. After dinner, I watched local basketball on television and witnessed Ritualo's wasted heroics. I then proceeded back to my room. As I was about to lie down to resume reading before I fall asleep, I noticed something on the ceiling.
The nail on the lower right should give you the proper estimate of its size.
A Spider. That looks like its been blessed with Ultraman powers (something reflected the flash of my camera near its head). I probably disturbed it after I got the book, and now it looks like its come out for revenge. A few minutes after I took its picture, it disappeared from my sight (I think it fell on the floor and scampered for shelter from my foot). Is it poisonous or just a plain obese house spider? Should I start sewing my Spiderman costume?
