Tabby was peculiar, of course, but seemed harmless: just a little green fly that couldn't even protect itself from ordinary spiders. So the spiders fed, and grew, and fed, and grew....
ut none of us liked the trip from lab to living quarters any more, although it was only fifty feet or so.
Then Sparks moved in, too. For the same reason. He said it was getting on his nerves running back and forth to the lab to pick up our outgoing bulletins. So he shifted the generator, radio gear and all over to a corner of the lab and brought in his bunk.
By the tenth of June we could see that the spraying was a losing battle. And it finally took the big tragedy to drive home the truth that was all about us already. When the crew got ready to go out to their planes on the eleventh, everyone except the four of us in the lab tent was drafted to help clear webs between the tents and the beach. We could hear them shouting from tent to tent as they made up their work party. We could no longer see across the distance. Everywhere outside, vision was obscured by the grayish film of webs on which little droplets caught the tropical sun like a million tiny mirrors. In the shade it was like trying to pe
Nice build-up of menace in the story, and anything with spiders will creep people out, but it seems an awful lot to ask of the world's spiders.
Great short read - interesting concept, well written, and frightening.
I remember reading this short story years ago and it stuck in my mind. How can a non-biting, non-stinging disease-free little fly mean the end of humanity? Effective skin-crawling horror.