So yesterday I was supposed to keep my eyes and mind opened for the supernatural. Unfortunately, there were no floating disembodied messengers or psychics who crossed my path. Even my cat is only partly black. . .
Now will say that I could read something into this set of incidents.
I was rereading Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, and a big part of that is spiders and spiders fleeing from the creature, and spiders menacing. Maybe I was exhibiting psychic powers when we started getting spiders running to and from our door, yesterday. Not tons of them, but I killed 4 myself yesterday.
Or else, it could be that I live next to a grainary and it is that transitional between warm and cold time of year, but isn’t it more fun to believe I can make what I read real in some way?