I'm shoving my way through a brightly lit, cluttered attic. There's a hole in the floor where the light fixture used to be, a couple of big bodied orb spiders have taken up residence there, black and gold, shiny gold, the black markings a silhouette of a recent adaptation - a horse and buggy, perfect outline of a horse and buggy that went by the house outside near the church.
Peculiar, this evolution, this too quick adaptation to an environment they haven't even seen....
I go to plug the hole with a little jadeite bowl, these spiders are rare, one of a kind, and the bowl falls through the hole to the floor below taking the spiders with them, they're crushed and now they're extinct....