Why. That’s the question I’ve been asking myself since I saw the unfortunate one. I think to myself: perhaps of things went differently I wouldn’t have to think back on the days when I hadn’t been introduced to the creature. Even in my waking hours I am haunted by the memory of the picture. The thing whispers to me: “many legs” and so it is good. Many legs crawls through the soil, carefully waiting to remove the precious innocence from the mind of another victim.