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Night came, and hunger soon outweighed all his problems. A leftover fly body from Little E's web would not be enough to satisfy a gnawing stomach that felt like a bottomless pit. Waiting until he heard his father shuffle off to bed, he crawled out of his hiding place, got stuck in the window trying to escape, backed up and then tiptoed out the front door of the apartment, forever. Truly alone for the first time in his life, Stanley now left the safety of his KittyKat Neighborhood and headed down Colfax Avenue in search of food.

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Two weeks went by. Viktor Cogswell finally noticed his son's absence because the fridge and pantry were empty. This state of semi-starvation had finally cured Mr. Cogswell's world-imposed lethargy. He assumed, wrongly, that his son, now Stanley Spiderman, had deserted him just like his manhole-cover wife had done years ago. Bitter and angry, he applied for a job with the Denver Regional Transportation District. They hired Viktor to drive a tourist bus to the Coors Brewery in Golden, CO.  

Making a decent wage, Viktor married one of the KittyKat Ladies and moved to an outlying suburb of Denver.   Sadly, his new wife soon became bored and left him for their Unitarian church minister that had gone to Woodstock rather than Detroit in the 60's. As a means to forget feeling abandoned and unloved yet again, he became an alcoholic, addicted to Coors beer. None of his passengers seem to notice his erratic driving because he amused them with off-key Polish folk songs, and although they couldn't understand a single slurred word, it reminded everyone of an old time Minstrel Show.   What would Rosa Parks think about that?

Contemplating her tattoo upside down in her web, Little Egypt morosely hung around the old KittyKat apartment bedroom in the dark. She could still smell Stanley's sweet breath and relived his struggle with the transformation he could not whole-heartedly accept. One part of her felt genuinely sorry for what had happened to Stanley, but there had been no other choice. She felt similar regrets for all her husbands.

Little Egypt's preternatural instincts knew that spiders, rather than insects, were going to take over the universe. Stanley was regrettably, just collateral damage . She continued to dream of having a mate that she was not driven by nature to kill, but in the back of her mind she knew that there would many Stanleys, and more possibilities for co-existence.

What would Rosa Parks think about that?  

"Mama, can we'all come outta the closet now?"

"C'mon on out my babies, it's safe for now -- time to practice spinning your webs."

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