So I was minding my own business, hanging out at my home, Indi Wasi, in Salasaka, Ecuador. Night fell and I was starting to get cold so I sauntered over to room 6 of the hostel, assuming it was unoccppied. I crawled under the door and found myself a nice warm crack to curl up in for the night. Room 6 has always been the best room to squat in, as it has many entrance points for a limber guy like me. Just as I was dosing off a ruckus awoke me. I peered up, sleepy eyed, to see a couple of tourists staring at me, wide eyed and speaking a language I didn´t understand. They were pointing and looking at me, which I thought was a little rude. I mean, how would you feel if me and my buddies were dangling over your bed and causing a ruckus while you were trying to sleep??
Anyway, thankfully they took off in quite a hurry and I settled back into sleep. Not five minutes later they´re back, talking loudly and gesturing toward me. Now what? I think to myself, sleepily eyeing the group that has now entered my room. Before I know it I´m covered in a poncho and being squished and stomped by a heavy foot....
I bet you´re wondering how my story ends. You might think I´m dead. Well, you would be right. I considered taking an early entrance to spider heaven but I´m really way too young for reitrement. I have opted to roam the earth in ghostly form. I now haunt room 6 of Indi Wasi, hobbling around on my 8 legs and waiting to get my revenge.... Watch your back CITTI Project!!