The black widow spider would sit in wait for her prey. She sat there. The oblivious bug would move, walk up and down the area. Looking for a meal. But she waits, watching. If it flew or ran off, no matter. She would wait. Finally, when the moment was right. She would pounce, grabbing the bug and injecting her venom. Then, again, she would wait. It was a process, but she was a patient hunter. Kirke watched her prey from across the parking lot. For several months, she would return to the same place and stay for several hours. She knew mistakes would be made. In fact, she counted on it. They were human after all. Well, in their own little way they were. She went to the location the witches showed her. She sensed nothing. And, nothing can get past her. She saw nothing. She wasn’t in the mood t
