“What’s happening? Why are we leaving? Where are we going?” the smallest spider demanded to know, as he scurried after his elders. “Shush now. Look below and you will see the reason.” The little spider looked down and saw the woman of the house, the one the human children called Mother, busy with a broom and a long handled feather duster. She was sweeping and dusting all the corners of the floor of the room.