It's Raining Spiders

Last Tuesday I had the day off, so (of course) Sam decides its an awesome day for a meeting, and calls me in.

Which means I have to get up and put on real clothes and ride my bike to work.

I go get my bike. I brush off the cobwebs that have taken over it in the 24 hours since last I rode it.

I bike down the driveway. I brush a spiderweb strand off my face. I pedal to work, and stop several times to notice beautiful, free- floating webs.

When I get there Sam decides he wants to have the meeting outside. I don't listen to a word he says because of a massive web floating behind him for fifteen minutes.

I go back home. Spiderwebs are covering the spot where I had (two hours previous) pulled my bike from.

CREEPY. I KNOW.

Today a coworker of mine, Tracy, came in to work and we were discussing topics at random. We bring up spiderwebs somehow and I mention the freak amount I had noticed on Tuesday.

"HOLY COW BROOKE. ON TUESDAY IT WAS RAINING SPIDERS!"

She goes on to tell me that her boyfriend was washing her car when she noticed at least twenty tiny baby spiders on his shoulders and arms. After hosing him off, they went into the garage to towel down. A little girl started screaming in the street. They turned and looked outside and saw "literally thousands" of tiny baby spiders, all floating on webs. A girl on her bike was covered.

Upon further investigation, it turns out Tracy lives on my street.

Does this actually happen? How many full-grown spiders were involved in this mass birth? For those of you in Lincoln: Was your daughter attacked on Tuesday? If so, she did not make up a story about thousands of baby spiders nearly eating her face. She is not being dramatic.

Give the kid a break.