Spiders

There was something unbelievable in the desk drawer. A whole blob of spiders' eggs, just stuck in the corner like chewing gum under a school desk.
The white globules looked pregnant with little insects all ready to be born into a world where women would scream about their existence and men would gallantly squash them into pieces.
I feel sorry for their little lives.
Soon mother will come along and spot them. The Hoover will be brought out and she'll vaccuum the 'little devils' out of their cosy warm hidey hole. I'll watch as the eggs fight back, stretching like elastic and twanging back into place.
Mother does this herself. She doesn't have a gallant man to squash them.