Meet Annie. I like to call her Arachnid Annie because, yes, that is a cluster of spiders pouring out of her open chest cavity. Yes, it's pretty bloody, but this wound is still fresh. Here's her backstory: Annie never really fit in with anyone. She was awkward and paranoid... and never connected with another human being. She didn't have any family or friends. Annie was always fascinated with spiders though. She would spend endless hours in her attic, studying them and sometimes even talking to them. One day, she had a freak accident in her attic when she tripped on some dusty old boxes and managed to impale herself through the chest on a broken metal pipe that was protruding from the floor board. Annie died in the attic that day. She was no longer alone after her death because the spiders nested themselves into her open chest wound. They are forever a part of Annie in her afterlife. Would you like to adopt Annie, and her eight legged family?
