When I was younger, me and my siblings had a plastic, circular job and we’d go hunting for the biggest spiders we could find. When we’d find them, we would carefully stick them into the globe with the hope they’d become the next big champion.
It was a full-on gladiator contest up in there.
We’d also catch a bunch of smaller spiders. Got to have the fodder, you know?
So when, one cycle (a cycle being the current champion’s reign), imagine our surprise when a small spider we saw getting brutalized by a huge wolf spider is queen of the roost.
