Spiders have stolen my favourite bra either in retribution or for rent money
The invasion began a few weeks ago. Cautions had been repeatedly issued. Reminders that they do not pay rent here and need to get the hell out have been provided. Examples had been made. I put screens over my windows. I put peppermint oil around the flat.
And now my favourite bra is missing. And I think I know who took it.
The spiders have either hidden it in an unknown location outside of my tiny flat and are using their multitude of legs to type a long threat, negotiate arms deals, and make tiny obscene gestures at me. Or... They are really hell bent on moving in. They think I won't notice my favourite bra is gone. They are trying to sell it to perverts on the internet and have no idea what the going rates for rent in Zone technically-still-London are.
Jerks.