|Ok, it was just explained to me that the spiders outside my window on the 34th floor were born there. That these said spiders have never seen the ground, which makes a hell of a lot more sense than them climbing their hairy little bodies all the way up here. Apparently, when it storms they die.
I still believe that I will come in to work one day and there will be a foot-long thick web woven thickly around the building with all kinds of things stuck in it... birds, urban debris, window washers...
after all, these eight-legged freaks are eating something because like I mentioned in a previous entry, they're HUGE.