For the past ten months, I have not once noticed any indication of spiders in or near my apartment. But yesterday, I think I unintentionally started something when I discovered one of their scouts inside my apartment and tried to kill him. My clumsy assassination attempt failed, probably because my methods involved trying to one-handedly stab him with the blunt end of a broom whilst talking on the phone, and he no doubt made his way back to his people to report my unprovoked aggression, likely taken as an act of war by their king. This would not only explain the single strand of webbing between the lights on the fan, but also the various strands of webbing on the porch noted during a recent hammock expedition - surely meant to communicate the message "We are everywhere and watching you."
I am now very, very afraid.
I am now very, very afraid.