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A scene from last night: I've just had my pre bed time shower, and I'm chilling in a towel bathrobe in the shower room. Just watching some youtube videos while waiting to be dry.

And then something moves in the-- not the corner of my eye, because that implies something happen to the side. Something moves in the top of my eye.

I look up.

Now, saying that there are probably cobwebs in the corners of any room in my house is a bit like saying 'there is probably food in the kitchen' or 'there are probably blankets on the beds'. It's not guaranteed, but it's so likely that you can basically assume that its true, and so banal that there's not any reason to care. Spider webs are not usually a concern. My mother has all creatures great and small tendencies that get applied to spiders, and hey, it's free pest control.

But these cobwebs were not any webs. These were old, unoccupied ones that had lost most but not all of there stick. And instead of being just in the corners, multiple webs had coallesced into a heavy sheet. A sheet that could only stay up near the ceiling provided no part of it was disturbed.

I don't know what happened, but something disturbed the sheet. And now it was descending. I don't want to say it was descending rapidly, because it wasn't like "FWOOMPH" and on the floor as soon as I noticed it. But it was certainly descending fast enough that I had to duck and weave to get out before I was covered in cobwebs.

Looking into the shower room from the outside, it became clearer that the spider webs were a Situation. One I Should Resolve.

I head out into the main living area. "Hey, do you know where the spider web clearer is?"

"Oh, it's near the kitchen," my mother pipes up from the lounge.

I look next to the kitchen door. There is a carpet sweeper. Now, with sufficient determination one could clear cobwebs with it, but it's not the ideal tool for the job, and it's definitely not the tool referred to as 'the spiderweb clearer'. "Are you sure?"

"It's next to the DVDs."

Ahah, must be on the left of kitchen door. "I see it!" I say, reaching for the blue hemishphere brush thing on a stick. "It was behind the Christmas tree".

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( A Michael Distortion )