As he looked up, he was startled to see a large spider descending from the ceiling right in front of his face. Before he could physically react, however, the room was lit by a blinding flash of light, and suddenly he found himself dangling by a thin thread, staring into his own eyes from a vantage point of about 6 inches away. His face looked enormous, and indeed it was, especially compared to the face he now wore, which was apparently that of a spider.
As the hand which was his just moments before began to strike out, he quickly dropped to the floor and scurried under the chair. He was now so surprised by all of the weird objects under the chair that he forgot for a second about the remarkable transformation that had just occurred. Nevertheless, it was quickly starting to sink in — he was now a spider.
Never mind how this could be, it was obviously happening, and it wasn’t just a dream from which he could eventually rouse himself — he actually was a spider now. Just as new memories of spider existence began to flood his consciousness, the old memories of being a human were beginning to fade.
He was a bit disappointed that it had happened this way, but that sadness soon gave way to the task before him — building a web, catching food. Yes, that seemed like the best thing to do now, and so he began to weave threads which he marvelously produced from his own body, creating an ingeniously elaborate design. When finished, it would hopefully become a deadly trap for the potential food beings who might wander under the chair where he now called home.
He found a nice vantage point on the web and settled down to wait. He knew food would come, he had seen a few dead insect carcasses scattered around under the chair, and although they were rather desiccated by now, it was a sign that more might come — juicy ones on which to feed.
As he sat there, patiently relaxing into the feeling of simple spider being, a kind of natural bliss slowly enveloped him, until it seemed like his web expanded out to infinity, and he himself was part of this enormous web, a web of jewels, in which each diamond-like facet of the web reflected all the others in a great communion of oneness.
This wonderful experience made him very happy, happier than he could ever remember being, and things might have continued on this way, except for the great sucking noise he suddenly couldn’t ignore any longer. Some kind of device was probing under the chair, and it was threatening to pull his web, and him along with it, into a dark void. As it so happened, it was a vacuum cleaner attachment, and even as he realized what was happening, his short happy life as a spider was about to come to an end.