Awaking from possibly disturbing, completely forgotten dreams this morning, Miguel discovered that spiders had spun webs in his hair. Shower, shampoo, blow-dry, tiny bit of gel or what his “stylist” calls “product”. Driving to work, he discovered more webs in his hair. “What the heck?” he said. But sure enough, webs. The morning light was shining brightly, still sideways as the sun rises, and as he drove in and out of the shadows cast by roadside trees the spiderwebs flashed and glinted in the sunlight. Either that or, dude, retina problems. But, no, pawing at his hair, he felt them, sort of, I mean, something that fine hard to be sure. But yeah. Spiderwebs.
That or the silkworms have gotten loose again, he thought with horror.