-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
< bda> Dude.
< bda> So I'm in bed reading and hear buzzy flapping coming from my desk.
< bda> Like a moth on a lightbulb.
< bda> So I look at my lamp and there's some shit going down behind the bulb. I can see some movement through the holes in the back, by the switch.
< bda> So I wait for shit to resolve itself, thinking "A moth got caught back there? Weird."
< bda> But I don't see any wings or antenna, and it seems to have an awful lot of legs for a moth.
< bda> Finally it stops moving and I take a closer look, through the holes.
< bda> A fucking spider went into my lamp after a fly and fried itself!
< bda> Now I'm worried a fucking bird is going to fly into the damn thing!
< robf> I guess not every insect can be on the varsity team.