End Notes This is the author's sister speaking, (older, wiser, yet shorter older sister), telling what actually happened to inspire this story. I was reading the end of Two Towers regarding Shelob and the hobbits. I finished on the part quoted in the story, when I went into the kitchen to get a drink of water. Right there on the floor was this gigantic spider. I swear it was two inches in diameter, black, and horribly ugly. After having just read the freaky account of Shelob, let's say I over-reacted in my attempts to kill the spider. Normally I am a very calm person, who would just grab a shoe or five paper-towels to kill the spider. (I was barefoot). However, I was so freaked out that I grabbed the nearest thing I could see, which happened to be a two-foot pole (we use it to lock our back door; we're very modern people:) So I took this stick and started attacking the spider. In my mind, I was actually almost picturing that I was attacking Shelob. That was when I knew I had been a little too engrossed in the story! So I told my little sister, she thought it was hilarious, and wrote this story. So there you have it!